I had a plan for coherency. The plan was shredded by a dog. I had a new path to the winterland. The new path was spat on by cave dweller. Had a new game thought through but no one came to play. They just wanted to poke holes and let all reason balloon out. Apparently, there are no friendly creatures out there. They all want a little something, something. And, they are mean for it.
It’s 2am and I want to read Milan Kundera’s Unbearable lightness of being. But that jut might make things more unbearable and sleepy will take to next train to the porth pole. Forget it. Need to read the book of Laughter and Forgetting. That’s it. That is the book. The sentences for the moment will shine a light- a fluorescent interrogation type of light for progress.
No too sure this plan works. It’s now 2:04am. Where is the savior? Silly question. We know there is no such thing.
Ah, the shredded paper has been ingested by the dog. Now lights will emanate from and he will share the shine or poop it all up and go back to sleep