-Harper, Angels in America
I've been struck with an existential rudderless feeling in the past few days, and the above popped into my head when I was dwelling on it on the Metro this morning. [The Metro commute is mostly for dwelling, when I am not reading or sleeping.] Hopefully will lead to me finding the energy for getting things back in order to some extent. Spring is always problematic like that. [Weirdly, the follow-up to this may end up on my gaming blog.]