its been a tough year. but look at the bright side, perhaps what is tough for one is better for another. like one persons loss being another persons gain, if i fall then they rise. if we are comparing ourselves to one another, then the fall of one is the rise of another.

Schadenfreude…a crowd rages as people die in horrible scenarios (Im thinking Rome now) in the colosseum, the people loved to watch awful scenes play out, I find myself watching car crashes on line, finding the imperfections in the days, what draws one to the carnage…why do i feel better when someone i dont know is tackled and arrested in a cop show?

all the stuff i have will one day go to another. my family, my friends and the objects i collected will find its way into another ones hands. the space i occupy will be taken, my voice will lessen and in its place silence or perhaps those of someone similar will come into play, a chance for my son to take over as head of the house, or perhaps an outsider. or it stays empty, the seat in the table or the space in the closet one last reminder that i once held stuff here, occupied a seat…i once fell in the forest and i did make noise.