Why Bother With It?
Been feeling a bit head vs. wall about the blog, the horse, the horse hunt, pretty much everything recently. Not for any sensible reason, just a lack of traction. Whether you believe in judgment day or the eventual entropic heat-death of the universe, asking ‘why bother’ will eventually drown you in your own personal Total Perspective Vortex. To quiet the chattering monkeys, I retaliate with:
What the symbol-string else am I going to do with my time? Bleak, but it does successfully pry my butt off the metaphorical couch.
(Another in a series of feeble posts. Hoping to stagger forward until Opening Ceremonies on 7/27/12. If I can’t find inspiration in the Olympics, I will hang up my keyboard.)