An apology, at base, is an expression of sorrow and guilt for actions taken that render pain or injury to another.

not real sure where this is going to go, but letting it have its head. (recording available: addiction.mp3 )

i was tempted to set this into the archive with the date/time stamp of it’s creation, october of 2006, and thus, hide it in plain sight. but i find that subterfuge unnecessary. so. instead. placing it as the small, black stone that it is and simply for archival purposes. which feels good… for it is good to be able to remember and nothing more.

i met an old man in the park today. we sat on an old, decrepit bench and shared laughter and sunlight.

i am learning new lessons lately. sometimes, they are hard.

someone was on a ramble elsewhere tonight about skin color. not one of those silly bias things, just a bit of fluff about differences.

now and again, something so odd happens that it is all but impossible to avoid the conclusion that it has meaning beyond the expected.

today was an unexpectedly pleasant day. it did not begin so, as the storm front moved through and doused the area quite completely.