It was no use pretending any more. I wasn’t that hard and fast road warrior of my own construction, a confection of sweetened memories and sugary prose. High and dry, I had foundered on an island of innocence and was marooned with my audience of tolerant friends and indifferent kangaroos.

The great sky wrapped itself around the earth and clouds chased each other all day. I sat in the grass, a simpleton and a fool without doubt. Tiny ideas crawled over me like ants, sometimes biting, sometimes not.

So I still sit, disproportionate and plundered, with nowhere to go in this wide land. My life unravels like a worn coat. The search for the lost word continues. Read it and weep.

The world rolls around and night sweeps in with the west wind. Winter is in my heart but flowers bloom silently. Frost is falling tonight.