Field Of Dreams

If you build it he will come.

I’d like to think that my life has some value, that it is, if not spiralling, then at least gradually curling towards some future trajectory of significance and usefulness, beyond my clownish humorist tendencies (an old girlfriend’s reposit to our relationship and my character – you take what you can). My absence from this cathartic means has been down to ‘work’ – the paddling of vey short oars. Ah, to create – to bring to life.