The Enchanter's Theorem

One day, this will be a book cover. I don't know what for, but the first time I saw what I had shot, it just screamed book cover at me. Story with a capital S.

Some day, it'll tell me what the Story actually is.

Outside, it is full on Fall weather, October weather, a full on Medicine for Melancholy kind of day.

I would be at my desk at home, if I could. I would be tearing my computer apart and ripping out its guts so that as soon as the external enclosure arrives, I could save my data. I've been without a reliable working computer for over two years now. I've been shooting photography way past what my current rig really can handle. It does its very best, but I'm at the limit of the gear. My car needs a tune up beyond belief.

And I turn 40 in twelve days.

My life alternates between lovely and ugly. If the dichotomy were any stronger, I'd split into two.

If I could, I would go outside and pray for rain and stand in it when it fell down. Ask it to wash me clean and to send help and healing to my loved ones who are in so much pain right now. Who are struggling. Whose lives are so damn hard.

But I have to stay inside and pretend to be normal. Pretend that the Autumn wind isn't calling me. Pretend that I am a happy drone of the Corporate Hive.

When all I want to do is start singing the Ballad of Sweeny Todd at the top of my lungs.

Swing your razor wide!
Sweeney, hold it to the skies.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.

Yeah.

Okay. Back to it.

I'll console myself by humming Pretty Women under my breath.