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Well, let's see *cOnTeNt*, you write....

It's tough. I lose interest in writing so quickly these days. What begins in earnest is quickly bludgeoned by "But *why*?!!" 'Tis also straight-jacket-ed by a sense of a writing state of mind being a sort of trance causing my surroundings to disappear, a sort of sin against here-and-now-ness. I return, wondering where I went, whether leaving was such a good idea, pondering if leaving is better than staying (here/now), and so on.

So it's like just getting to the first period (punctuation) has become exhausting.

I know, I know: I seem to be doing it just fine now.

But am I? Is this really worth reading?

Does it actually rise to the level of *cOnTeNt*?

I've a fairly good excuse for the ambivalence, because last night included a rather taxing music performance, and staying awake a solid three hours longer than usual.

And then there's getting bogged you-know-which-direction in thought fog.

Probably the best part of my day so far was watching a YouTube video showing the outs in David Wells' perfect game. Tears. I was a huge Yankees fan in those days, and that was quite the special cherry during so great a run.

Then I watched something on the making of The Beatles' "Here Comes The Sun", which somehow led to a bit of life Pink Floyd.

Chanced upon some conspiracy theory site in Gemini space that - not unlike writing, anymore - was fun until it wasn't.

How am I doing?