Magic 8 Ball
The day’s foundation has been shifting underneath my feet – visibility into the future looks cloudy – is it ever clear? Why is it that you cross one hurdle and the next mountain – glacier – appears on the horizon, actually it was always out there but so far in the distance and now suddenly you are right upon it – like your life is some video game and you are navigating through jello or something. I told G on Saturday morning that I felt as if I was in some sort of Tennessee Williams play – you know how Eudora Welty said us Southerners live our narratives – and I felt like we were in the thick of it, the meat so to say of life, and what we know is to celebrate life and in doing so life gets divided into fun and fear – fear the fun will end – I asked the Magic 8 Ball if everything would be okay and the reply:
Without a doubt