Dripping

What happens every day? Rosy and sunshine, although groggy, in the morning. There is always a point in the day when it all runs down into the ditch. Sometimes it's a gradual slope, and sometimes it's a cliff. But it's always there.

Poet, writer, scientist, teacher, mathematician, filmmaker, programmer, political activist.......... or none of these.

A new Moleskine notebook was purchased today. Hurray! This is it! This is the thing, the item that will change everything. My life, my marriage, my kids. The key to everything. Hallelujah!

What did I forget today? What will I lose from my mind tomorrow? It's all dripping out, unnoticeable until the head is half empty. How much time is left?

Maybe I should document the little details of my life with photos. A slice of place and time that someone will see someday and wonder what it means. Maybe the future will be populated with diviners of such skill that they can extrapolate a whole lifetime from how papers were placed on my desk.