Dawn's early

Clocks have changed so the morning light is hitting later. Sticking to ways of getting clearer blips is definitely going to be a challenge. You'll find me holding a desk lamp in one hand and the phone in the other, stretching fingers around shaking the instrument, as Tiny Tim said, 'like jello in a hurricane.'

This light thing means facing fears. Fear of the stillness of isolation. That's what I've been avoiding through public service and my easily seen through harsh exterior. It's natural for me to fill that space and be the ugly American, but really, I just like doing things for people because that pulls me out of my isolation. As I alluded to yesterday, that's not the gig for now, though. It's not about people today, it's about those fear filled moments of solitude. But when they are done right, and each moment connects seamlessly to the next, they are sublime.
Passion can exist in solitude.