I like order I crave order I live a life of disorder. Deb calls it walking entropy. Deb is right. Deb knows stuff. There’s the vision I have. And then there’s real. The closer I get, the further it moves from me. The order, that is. That’s why I arrange disorder. I try. When I can, that is. Because in this life full of distraction and lack of focus and overcommitment and attention span lapse and tumult and everything else that vies for a moment of my time, the closest I get to order is to line a few things up, wait for light, and hope to carve out some peace. Then darkness comes shadows appear and everything begins again, again.
All This By Hand