Saturday, September 16, 2006

half empty, sometimes full

So much to consider, here, on Ocean.

I'll be more reasoned and steadfast tomorrow. Today -- wiped out.

But I'll say this much before I push back the computer: Madison isn't just anyville, out there, waiting for the sun to set in a perfect arch. It's been said that we are of a certain type. Not so, not so. And that is a good thing.