Semi-Daily Scribbles

To slip into a shelter, free from radio frequency and human inconsistency, is what I wish when the thoughts start coming up fast. Scrambling to get first impressions down on paper, so they can graduate to tiny ideas, which will, in time, multiply and reveal the truth. It is tough to say what needs to be said above all the chirping and chatter. Static fills the void which once contained matter. Curved lines and image-dense clouds bob and weave above my spinning head. I let go as I slip into the shelter of my tireless mind.