Forward.

Onward.

Try not to cut the glade all at once.
Try not to be so impatient, so American, so you.
Wait for it. Wait for the right moment.
Ponder upon it. Rumenate. Think it over. Define.

A moment.

I just have a moment at work. Just a small one before I have to divide up what little concentration abilities I have to deal with a host of tasks. Whatever, I basically want to see if this new Blogger posting Widget works. I love technology, computers and anything that keeps people connected... except voicemail.

I think it is time.

This is New York City. Last night we broke down. I said what had to be said. I finally pointed to the cracks in the wall, the ripped carpet, the dripping faucet, bottles in the sink and said, " This is a most tragic thing, what I changed into."

I suspect to atone. So much love I have to have only responsibility.

There is nothing to do. Just tressure a San Fransisco sun rise, which was not that long and shrouded in fog.