And so, what's this then?

A place of empty fantasies and lost thoughts

like “why work like that again after such a long time”

knowing, the whole thing

always works out for someone else.

Watch out, the treacherous are still among us.

A lot of money can be both made and saved

by taking risks, and taking risks is a lot of work

that may or may not

turn out as expected.

So, guess what, not much gets done.

Business as usual.

I never really believed I was the one with the plans until now. Again, nobody else seems to know what to do except me. Perhaps they'll wait until it's almost finished, then claim another's efforts.

And so, What's this then, is yet another chapter in the on going "thing" that happens to be my life and observation, in combination with my typewriting machine, I diligently write down.

February 23rd. 1997