"...a sort of loneliness induced by a buzz of information"

Lazy Sunday watching the last throes of the 10/11 premiership season via the ups-and-downs of Blackpool at the Theatre of Dreams, and hearing news of an overdue engagement. Now to the office, where work awaits. I do not care for it, alas, though certain interim things must be done.

Having spent the first months of the year diligentlyl casting about for new angles from which to approach the world, coming close in just one particular instance, I am left waiting through the next few weeks on the last remaining chances - confronted at the same time by the overwhelming volume of potential hours ahead along the camino of the status quo. It is maddening, the inability to break out of old habits and routines within familiar surroundings.

The solution continues to be to just trundle along, as the lethargy looms so powerfully that the mere idea of organizing the two rooms in this city in which your life resides is ever so wearisome. Without something on the horizon to look toward, that is truly just the word. No longer is it enough, it would seem, to soothe the rising anxst with weeks of escape here and there to exotic locales. Something more permanent is obviously needed.

So we keep thumbs held for either Birgitte or Suzanne to work some magic. If not, it may be time for some serious thinking come the end of June. But more on that when more is known. Until then there is but work, and dreams. And hope of getting back out in the open in pursuit of those "paradoxes that have to be seen to be believed."