keep all sorts of strange hours.
seemingly endless pots of coffee
and people who seem to know what it is that they are talking about.
the worst part of all of this though
is not the lack of will
but the isolation
when the muse is not cooperating.
what else can I do?
this is the path that I have chosen,
or has this chosen me?
well that is something else for another time.
so it goes.
press on regardless.