stop:start

Creating Routine is madness. It is the break, the moment when consistency drowns in some past and never returns. A redefinition of certain action.
A climb toward another.
The breath at the top of the hill.
the Cold air.
A morning in the sun.

A walk around this house reveals treasure - foreign elements introduced into a life.
This is what exploration provides. Curiosity has a new nose a day. We're drones until we break with ourselves. Always tearing away to come back to...one's self. The conditioning is constant. Escape allows return, distance allows good vision, good vision leads to madness - all the world is madness, most purely.

Tomorrow a sunny hot day awaits, the streets of LA will burn. I'm going to dig LA and bury it.
The New as the Old New. The same as it ever was.
that is it: Stop Making Sense