c t o w i w

Can’t think of what it was, but I’m sure that it was terribly important. My eyes are not exactly dim as of yet (at least not in the Hollywood, Terminator fashion), so I can’t blame it on my age. Though, in this age of blame, I do desperately want to find a scapegoat for my hazy, glazy brain waves. The clutter has to have something to do with it, don’t you think? Clutter begins to accumulate and then we run out of space to organize our thoughts, our dreams, our lives. That space is elusive – more so than time.