COSMOS

What is the point? I find myself thinking.

Nothing really seems that important anymore, no sense of urgency or emotional surge to get “it” done.

Move my space around, add a pergola, finish the kitchen, buy another typewriter, have guests come over for a weekend, all part of my daily routine I call my life, minus the thrill I used to get as it approached and the feeling I have had after completion.

Blah. Ambivalent.