i feel that my time is running thin & if my body, mind & spirit follow suit then i have certainly reached the edge of exemption. inception reassures this theory... but currency flow has ceased and before long i'll have to come up with an alternative structure of affordance. standing on a ledge that is too surreal and now, even, comfortable at this height, shall i create my own intervention? or am i just to jump off and see where i land? back east? a couch... the street? i haven't a clue at this point. the cells that once had imagination.. vision and clearness are now congested with dead cells. i look forward to shedding this old skin...set an appointment with a specialist first thing monday morning.
until then... i'll listen to the fire suite.