...makes Matt a tired old man. Too much free time and too little money. I'm sitting here reflecting on that great line from Fellini's "8 1/2", "I have nothing to say, but I want to say it anyway." The best part of the movie is the end... Marcello (the lead character) directing everyone in his life... well it's hard and complicated to describe without watching the movie... as are most of Fellini's statements, just go see it (Criterion Collection please).
In a turn to the mundane, nationally I feel that are coffee is getting far too strong. I'm sitting here at the Maproom, I've had about a half a cup of the "intellegentsia" house brew and I'm shaking like a madman... I also find that I almost always require cream with my coffee now, something I would scorn myself for in my younger days.
getting hard to type...but I feel I should add something profound before I leave you. Howabout this, does anyone miss heartbreak? The feeling like there's a heavy cold blanket on your heart, and you don't want to talk to anybody, but sit, drink, and listen to the blues all day long. Maybe I'm melancholic, but I do... I wonder what that means?
More on the flip side,
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