Is my phone vibrating or narrating? A lousy story of itself or something more, like the making of plans that sit me on Thursday evening trains. The seat behinding me is reminding me I am awake. I have been all day. Let's tell each other what we dreamed when we were nine. Since then I've been being and thought thinking until one day, when neither shall be done.
When percentages get boring, my thoughts can get quite rude. About 80% of the talk I do, bores me. I am not a chronic worrier, to put it another way. Reading my scattered mind on the web, the lack of hidden depths might surprise you. I've no dark secrets at all, although I must disclaim this post was sponsored by the winter rain.