Orion is on the horizon, a horizontal warrior

I hope he gets up again. Not because we need armed men—flatulent warriors is all we have these days. But because if Orion stands up as winter approaches I will too.

I am not functioning particularly well. I chose the wrong tasks. Interacting with others takes a long time and I'm not consistently decisive.

Please don't worry David, or trigger unnecessary anxiety. Other than the cats who need me, what does it really matter if I fade off into self-contained ridiculousness? Does it matter if I can't or won't return texts, or if I stall on simple and complex projects? I think my spirit is telling me how to die happier, which is not to care. Be true and clear as you walk yourself home alone my dear friend. Hello Loveling.

Perhaps each day is practicing for the end. Practicing to lie still like a September Orion.

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