Semi-Daily Scribbles

It seems as though the puller of strings and the maestro of messing with heads is at it again. Never one to show his work, the Old Unknowable has led me back to the path from which I ran not so very long ago. I thought I got a jump on the Big Blankness, but he caught me under a full moon just when I was in control of all my amorphous schemes. Yes, I did run fast from fate. And no, I did not expect to spend the rest of my life in hiding. But–and this is the part that rips the night sky wide open–a beginning and an ending takes place in the space of a single breath. This is all the knowledge I've attained and it's not nearly enough to fill a book. In the ditches and gullies that straddle my abandoned path may very well be buried the rest of this story.