I want so badly to write. To sit down and pour out my thoughts into some wildly poetic and emotionally provoking essay on life and love, both topics about which I know little. But nothing comes.
There are times when I sit down at the computer with a sort of muffled clarity and there are times when all I want to do is mash on my keyboard in desperate exasperation. The latter are far more frequent.
**photo by my dad, Gary Rice, in the early 80s