Dec 21
…works of art with a minimum of steel…
the holidays often bring a deluge of feelings of sadness and melancholy. i guess i am no different. the only thing i have going on in my life is work – which i enjoy – but it is rather an empty joy. in many respects i have not accomplished much in my personal life. being single has its privileges of freedom, but they are hollow answers to unspoken questions.
the holidays coinciding with winter only seem to bring a backdrop of emptiness and a metaphor for death or an end. it is the end of a year. end of the tranquil warmth of hope and home. the cold creeps in and takes hold.
~adieu
