sometimes i cling to the bank of the stream and then what i cling to gives way and i drift with the stream. sometimes my will is to drift away and think only of drifting. is this detachment or lack of will? 
i start out the day listening to an interview with a dying man. i cry. then i tune in to democracy now. i blog like this. three minutes. 
if i seem disconnected yet i know i love. my mind might forget but my heart is here with you.