Equilibrium

I hate change.

In what’s obviously a change year, that’s kind of a problem.

A lot of the comfortable and the familiar has for various reasons passed on or stopped being there. The Home riding Horse retired due to age and injury. The house is succumbing to entropy–leaks here, broken bits there. Even the years-long writers’ block that’s finally, mercifully unblocked is still–changey. What’s shown up in its place is not like the old writing self. It’s something, or someone, different.

That’s the wa...