"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Sitting in my basement office today -- and sudden panic! My bookshelves, largely filled with my own books, were bare! Gone, too, the three wonderful hand-crafted statuettes for Best New Play in the 1980s. Had I been robbed?
Took about 10 minutes before I explored a little and found a stack of packed boxes labeled Office Stuff. Cracked one open, yep, there it is. Jumping the gun, I guess.