Ever wanted to fade into the background, to drop out of the rat race and chunter away free from any consequence?
Ever wanted to become that figure standing at the bus stop casting both pearls of wisdom and laminations with reckless abandon…?
Me, I never thought I would, but here I am mumbling into the big empty auditorium that is the world wide web!
Just goes to show you never can tell what the future has in store for you – here I am wittering out loud to myself.
Granted many will claim that they foresaw this deterioration, this inevitable fall from tinfoil hat wearing conspiracy theorist into fully blown ranting nutter.
But here is the groovy thing, nobody is out there, so no one will ever find out, my façade of normality, such that it is, remains intact!
So free from critique I can openly admit that my laissez faire application of real constructive result producing effort has come home to roost, I have typed away like a true fiend, but produced NOTHING!!!
I have allowed by attention to flutter from flower to flower, and in doing so I have ignored the true rose in the garden…
Amy has been neglected.
Cruelly she has been cast aside while I flirt with the new easier attractions – oh how shallow we have become…
It is admittedly simpler to create a new character than to continue to develop the narrative of an existing one.
On this I am most definitely guilty as charged.
In mitigation – I have nothing worthy of note to offer.
One that has served me so well, one who at my hand has suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; yet she has remained doggedly loyal…
I must, and indeed I will do better.
I vow to thee my country that I will endeavour to produce, that I will strive to deliver, that I will struggle to overcome distractions, overcome all of these things that pull me away distract and delay me, and I promise that I will produce a completed narrative; a story that ends.
But as no one is listening…