Oh dear, a blank page and a blank mind. Bowie in my earbuds. It's cold out again. I don't have a thought about politics. They're talking about Ben Ghazi and about the IRS harassing conservatives. I don't have an opinion about either of these things. Usually I would have something to say. My heart's elsewhere these days. Exploring the shadow, my own dark side, about which I would rather not speak publicly. How boring is that? But what if I fictionalized it? How might that begin?
He was always reluctant to speak of his own darkness, perhaps confusing it with Evil itself, an easy error.
He was always reluctant to speak of his own darkness, perhaps confusing it with Evil itself, an easy error.