GK Chesterton

Here's one from G.K. Chesterton, bless his soul:

"The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost." 

No news

OK–I haven't written any news item on this blog for months now. I should have, but I haven't. I did say maybe I wanted to write about something else. Maybe I did. Maybe I still do. But a blog site that says "news on weekend" doesn't really wash when there is no news on "news on weekend." Well, I still don't feel like writing about news on this site. Moving into this dry, desert, at times desolate world has perhaps sucked dry any motivation to write about news. I'm writing for a political paper here, the most political of any paper in the state. I breathe politics, digest it, weave it into words that make sense, if not to others, then at least to me. Writing about current events should be instinctive, and maybe it is. But not in this blog site. I still can't explain why. Perhaps the explanation will reveal itself in time. Perhaps it will not. At some point, I should start writing about news, slow news, again. 

gray

There is a gray quality here. It is dark, and the air is ominous, thick. I walked into it and saw my hands slowly disappear. I was disappearing myself, for the dark had swallowed me, and the only thing left, when everything was black, was the consciousness that I still was.