Posts in Category: Words

Starting Over

But thought’s the slave of life, and

Life’s time’s fool,

And time, that takes survey of all the world,

Must have a stop.


You know when you need a moment to let the world spinning under you catch up?  Wait, is that possible?  Perhaps it’s rather that you might wish it cease rotation for even just a few moments.  The chance for your physical self to enact its entire mental self in an axial freeze.  In an effort to sort out my personal and professional online selves I succumb to the revisionist history that is the internet.  Cutting pasting to the snowballgallery site and intending to add more content here.  I go back in time to catch up to now.