Words on words on words walking down the street reciting some version of a song. I ran down the hill yesterday and eventually had to make my way back up. Tomorrow is a new day and one that should likely bring some version of rejuvenation. I suppose it’ll be a gown and some anesthesia that brings it all around. Double dogs on the porch and another in the wings. Writing writing writing. Today it feels forced and I suppose it is. Tomorrow isn’t here yet, but it could be the same again. Perhaps I need to quiet the space or the mind? Perhaps it’s the practice, but that wouldn’t make sense. Eat more. Talk less. Begin again.