I began standing at the bench in 1972. Here I am 47 years later. To my left are two I just finished. That’s the end of the list. I made it. Not everyone made it. I did. Alas.
list·less – adjective (of a person or their manner) lacking energy or enthusiasm.
I’ll hit the reset button this spring. Now I’ll take a sorely needed break. And distance myself from myself. The person I know well and have spent so much time with. I may run back soon and to my own open arms. I may shed skin and become whatever’s been underneath for so long. I know this life of mine intimately. I yearn for something else. Something more. Let it begin.
I’ll be in a place called Next. It’s on the road to Unknown. I’m going there to hide. And also to seek.
All This By Hand