But, somewhere in there, I did have the thought that this really fits in with my thinking about what I wanted to do; with what has to be done by a writer in order to stay alive as a writer. ↗
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run. ↗
As I write at the end, if we step back and face the enormity of the torrent, then we have taken the first step to imagining what we might want to do about it. ↗