In northern Wisconsin, making our way south to La Crosse. We hope to be in Decorah tonight, though we keep stopping to take in the sights.
There’s just one bar of service here, but still the news reaches us. We try not to talk about it, but we will have to make a decision soon.
I wish it were easier. Last year, we had to make decisions based on fear, on comfort levels. This year, we have some facts to go along with the fear, but there’s not much to go on.
There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already. –Robert Anton Wilson
As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James
I’m apparently writing. I ate some food late, and while I was cooking, I was pacing. I was thinking, I was writing. I seem to burning a little brightly right now; that may explain the frustration. I guess. I’m not sure about that, but maybe the burning somehow
It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to
