What?
What’s up with being in the middle of the desert with a horse with no name. That’s where I am. The only problem is that I have a horse and It has a name. Maybe I need to change the name. When is enough enough? When the camera is spent maybe we can all die. Once we have documented our existence who will care to review the documents. Our records will not preserve our names nor will our actions preserve us in history. Detail is the article that will eventually lead me to heart failure. Large scale items simply melt away while the residues remain to decay my thought. Why does anyone need to be liked by others? What will be the result? The more interactions one has the more likely one of those persons interacted with will eventually kill you. Personality conflicts and immaturity drive some to their actions. Others simply have to tolerate. Things can swell and when they do you must stop picking at them and let them subside. Do not return your attention until you heal or you may continue the infection. Mistakes are often there on the horizon, plain to see, however we keep walking towards them in the desert on our horse with a name.
