feeling _______

yesterday evening's ennui and overcast have returned, and i'm watching my mind drift from one poor idea to the next. i had plans with Jache, but a (minor) operation and a pint of blood loss on Friday have left him laid up at his apartment. i offered to swing by and deliver coffee or tea, but thus far my phone remains silent. in the meantime, i've been reading about Padmasambhava and the illusory nature of good and evil. (like you do...) but this is beside the point.

the point is that these words feel flat.