Free Will in what sense?

Lack of writing time, amid the techno beats and the NSP foolishness, and of course AA obligations.  But at last the work is done until Monday and the rum is going right to the feet and head.

Thoughts about tattoos and the more than million to one shot of every north putting paid to the notion of our decisions dictating our fate rather than the opposite, the ridiculous body shapes of the tourists, the fooling ourselves that how we shape the future is within such a narrowly defined predetermined band.  The mystery remains in the who, deity or randomness or other, but idea of any form of control we have fooled ourselves into us at such an elementary level as to be ridiculous.  The slant from Dublin as metaphor.  Build on that.  

I still don’t know how we get to everything done within the week that needs doing, but presumably you’ll manage.

Until then keep thinking theme and title.  Craft will come.