Just another night of it... Just another few hours of darkness.

Mindless Self Indulgence - [What Do They Know?]--- It's another night where i say something to fill the silence. No, not as a railing against the silence, itself, but as a counter-measure against what this silence, relative silence, really, signifies. So much winding down,a nd in the background i hear the winding clicks of tightening springs and gears.

I don't know what to say, here, anymore. It's a matter of searching, and talking, and I don't think i've told you, yet, why i really need conversation, direct interaction, et cetera; I don't think you know, but you might have figured it out. It's how I learn, best. Talking, working, doing, applying, and creating. (Ben Folds Five - [Video Killed the Radio Star (Buggles Cover)]). By working it out, working through it, folding, manipulating, contorting the facets and facts, i get things done, and come out with something shining and new. I like to be able to look at the work i've done and say "Person X helped me work through this."

I like being able to follow and combine trains of thought. I learn more about the subjects, i learn more about the people, and i learn more about myself.

I'd beg you for conversation, and work, and will, but, really, that demeans the both of us. The rest of us. All of us.

Tom Waits - [Hang Down Your Head]--- You ever get a weird taste in your mouth, and the only viable explanation is that, somehow, you ate soap, even though you're pretty damned certain you didn't? That's what i've got going on, right now.

Warren Zevon - [Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School]--- I'm out.

Last night's wanderings.

Dreamed of a lot of ravens, last night, as well as cleaning up the backyard, raking and watering, to remove the blight upon the Earth, left by the pudding. There was also something about going to the movies, to some very small screening, of something or other. The theater itself was also small. I think it was a horror film.

Work today. Four hours.

Nothing much else to relate.

Ta.