I’m finding it difficult to prove myself right these days. The deeper I go, the more uncertain I become. All the poetry is going into one ear and out the other. I’m getting sucked into the vortex of common existence and I don’t know how I feel about that. Not sure where my anchor has been dragged off to, but it’s not a place I recognize. Maybe if I weren’t so hellbent on nagging judgment of others I would feel differently. But I know myself, I’ve been there and back again. It’s all this 21st century bullshit that’s screwing up my thinking. But your lips. What would Jane do?