jei

Sunday Night Lights

I’m at that stage of mental uncertainty that just so happens to be characterized by a sudden, all-encompassing, visceral yank at my mutinous spine. The desire to stop dead and watch my thoughts go trip-tropping by is so loud it sounds like the Kentucky Derby. You need more time to think, they say in passing. Being led in any direction whatsoever at this point in time would be detrimental to your health. Don’t forget, they add, ‘sever’ and ‘severe’ are so tightly knotted together, you will never manage to disentangle yourself from their long hairs. Sage advice if ever I heard any.