The backdrop of truth is historically clarity; illusive at first, but generally obvious. We can’t all be Sherlock Holmes or Nancy Drew; we can’t always find the metaphors of truth hidden in the illusive depth of murky water.
If embarrassment was an emotion worth my energy, I’d be embarrassed more often. Not often enough to be foolish, but just enough to be borderline naïve (the other side of the border).
Sometimes my problems are so basic. Standard issue like that off brown/maroon metal geometry set we all had in primary school. These kinds of problems come to those who wait. Because we fancy ourselves complicated we wait long enough for things to be more protracted than they ever need to be and because we think it, we create the smoke and the mirrors.
So now my life is complicated. Simple, yet complicated.


