now and then, life gets loud and washes over the mind to leave it blank, plain. during these times, i turn blind to the soulful things. there's dust, fog and thunder. everything seems to tumble in a muddle. deranged. unearthed. for weeks there's been a thunderstorm. where are the brakes to this vehicle? do the brakes work? did i break the brakes?
please reduce the noise. there is too much noise all around.
