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A flea market photo picked up in California.
I'm taking a little bit of a break from blogging—it started a bit ago, but I'm slow on the uptake.
While I'm gone, I'm going to be wallowing in ambivalence. You don't want to see that. Ambivalence about what? Well, writing for one thing. I am deeply envious of the many who knew from the cradle that they wanted to write. My destiny has always been less manifest.
So I'll let someone who seems like a kindred spirit sing the world to you... Daniel Johnston.
"Lucky stars in your eyes...
I really don't know what I have to fear.
I really don't know why I have to care."
And in my murky moments, I think of this Beck cover of one of Daniel's songs: True Love Will Find You in the End ...
"This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking will it find you,
'Cause true love is searching too,
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the Light?
Don't be sad,
I know you will...."
I'll be back soon as I can. I want to tell you about some books I'm reading—and I'm going to Australia come September—and...I have no idea what else is going to come up. Prognostication isn't one of my gifts.