Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Been working with the latest incarnation of mama Muse. Her name is Entropy. She taunts, teases and tempts me to do things ... differently. She bellows in my auditory perception to cast aside the hats and costumes, the boxes and processes, the external and internal conventions of familiar comforts. And challenges. She suggests a Personal Revolution, and we've been negotiating specifics. She's a pain in the arse. She feels the same about me.
So it is that we continue the journey through the gates, the portals, the doorways to what lies ahead.
I say, "I'm anticipating chaotic destruction." She says, "Of Course."
Of Course. So it is that I make my way, hand in hand, with Entropy.