0008 ~ Life, Death and the Then-after
The trouble with depression is that it steals your words. Weariness is a by-product and one has to fight against it with all one's might. So learn with me, this night, when words are coming far too slowly for a story to begin. I have two alarms to tell me to go to bed. The second one has just gone off. But I have a minute or two before I have to obey my rules. When one gets to the unproductive stage one has to find a diversion that is not taxing. This is not easy because most movies are about the world as it is, and will become - if we don't find a way to love one another. Since that is hardly likely in the near future, a bunch of us have to keep the shiny side up, which works better in Afrikaans. "Hou die blink kant bo." No matter which language one uses, one is not sure what it is that has a dull side and a shiny side. I'm thinking it must have something to do with steel. Pots maybe. Not very useful. Everyone is jealous of Putin and Mugabe. They