Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Low tide now

Things are not well. The center may not hold; after all this time, all the blood and sweat and tears, the end may be as uneventful as seaweed washing out with the high tide. If that happens, it will be too bad, really too bad. Many folks have laid their shingle and bet their sanity on the promise of something good, and it is the loss of that which turns my laptop into a sort of cult of agony and my desk into a waterboard.

Sigh.