I remember the one late saturday afternoon that I saw the sky such colors, purples, yellows, reds and greens and fantastic lightning. and thought it was the coming of the end of time. It was beautiful.
Sometimes I just feel like I would like to be marooned on a desert island. I am not sure I could handle being there for too long but I guess that wouldn’t be up to me. To be marooned or not to be marooned, that is the question.
When I worked in construction my job one day was to secure a crane for the site. I didn’t know the different types and my boss was furious. Work that day took twice the time it needed to. Won’t take on a task again without my knowledge.
I feel great lust for my wife, reading, and film. It is a hunger that is hard to satisfy. I wish I had a lust for life (just finished the book about Van Gogh) then I could be the writer I have wanted to be.