Fresh, harder times ahead

Arguments with my wife. Arguments with myself. Arguments with the past, present and future. But then there was some kind of movement. And here I am. In a new city, fresh; on a new continent, fresh. Sat in a booth in the corner of some kind of conference room. One light broke, the other one shining me up askew. Working on my stuff. I was here a few days ago too, but that was before all the argument. I’m here as if for the first time. Actually talking to people. Having things to say. And whatever I went through earlier, I know there will be much harder times ahead.

Originally published in the Schemattic digital garden