In which I consider the smallest things that we all do — or at least, that some of us do — and how the smallest considerations might change entire worlds of fiction.
In which I try to derive a life lesson by examining a failure to DIY.
In which I struggle to have much for thoughts, and then wonder how I’m going to fix that — but I’m too fuzzy to reach a conclusions, or even a plateau.
In which I start to talk about getting engaged in community affairs, but only after tugging at a thread of how my own live intersected poorly with the concept. (In other words, a typical wander.)
In which I consider trying to find a pathway from chess potential visualization to organizing my hopes and dreams.