or tu ne es pas ma muse
or je suis amusé par ma propre muse étant
or ma muse précédente ne me divertit
or muse amusante, disparue
or muse amusante, parti, je m’amuse
yes, that’s it. back to the steady-state of being, for a change. At least I’ll be able to get *some* work done!
A dolorous combination of caprice along with my own inability to temper reactions to horrific stories of past abuse — perhaps the subtext of an upcoming novella or multi-media work exploring how humans can say anything and how their words needn’t be connected to actions of consequence: hardly moving the neurons necessary to produce diaphragmatic contractions and subsequent guttural exhalations. Talk is cheap. Lived life is the ultimate test of … life and, consequently of heart.
