You work toward something. Whether clearly stated or not, you work with certain expectations in mind. You relate to someone – or don’t. Or you think you’ve established a communication that matters, and discover …

Discover what? Avoidance. Silence. Refusal to acknowledge your existence. You tell yourself you’ve been dreaming again, and again, and again. Fine. So be it.

So be it? So why no closure? Why no moving on?

The former blog: there yet inaccessible. Can’t move it forward, access denied. You can’t go home again, and all that. You feel more than ready for another of life’s lessons. One with less foregone conclusions about the vanity of the vanitas. One where good things happen to good people, sometimes,and all isn’t analytical nit-picking till the work is pecked to death. (The inner nit-picker gets a good laugh at this one.)

Another rumbling storm moving into town. The former blog stands frozen at Wednesday, July 20th 2016. What fate awaits this one? Mystère. And the new piece of fiction, struggling to exist? Mystère redux.