The way we respond to ideas has morphed.
They work differently now.
We experience them more like a virus spreading a plague than they do building blocks
one can take and reshape and build concepts and patterns out of.
Gavin Ashenden
(a chilly January night in Rosemary Beach / Julie Cook / 2019)
I must admit my head has been a bit in the sand as of late—not due to hiding, but just due to life.
Be it the pollen or the crud I’ve been battling on and off for the past several weeks, or
a few personal diversions, or simply be it from the clanging din from all things media
of “The Russians are coming, the Russians are coming….”
All of whom were never coming…
So we can all pull the vodka back out because I think we’re safe…
And so I say all of this because I have…
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