That about sums up the last 6 months since I penned anything in here.
Yes I’ve charted new territory with a string of previously unexplored places. Hung out with the same group of dysfunctional yet strangely mixable friends. And dabbled a fair bit with what I consider a photographic catharsis of my soul.
But while existing in the pseudo limbo-tic tension between what is comforting and secure to me, and the alluringly Muse-like distractions of another, I have persisted in a number of other pursuits which, by all accounts, border on the very asinine.
People have been hurt, reputations have been tarnished and there is that sickening feeling of having taken 2 steps forward but 3 steps back.
The price to pay perhaps of not knowing what you really want.
cest la vie… perhaps, ending up 3 steps back is still in some ways better than not having moved at all… or is it?