-- 988 --

Happy Trails.

988.

At a certain point, all you can see is a forest floor of untied shoelaces.

993.

1000.

1001.

1006.

Too much weather. Weather should be a character and not a placeholder. I think.

1008.

1023.

It's War and Peace meets My Dinner with Andre.

1039.

1046

As soon as you're done telling yourself what you need to, maybe the choices are to put it in a box and tape it up, or to toss it out there and see if anyone else wants to play. If someone you trust likes some of it, your choice then is whether to start letting it go. Because a lot of this is about calling out from your heart and then hoping someone else out there recognizes what you're trying to say. (This is obvious, I know, but today is Obvious Day.) So after that personal, painful, vulnerable, personal gesture, it's time to start cutting the strings that bind you.

So now I'm doing the things I would never have thought of on my own, and this is liberating. Sweeping away the failed gods (you just know there are gods that never caught on -- there have to be) and tired details. Two things that should be obvious (because it's Obvious Day):

1) The benshi? Couldn't fit it in.
2) Tatiana the witch? Likewise.