I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I last posted on this blog. This was meant to be my little place out in the world. I can’t believe how much that little world inside me has changed. It has shrunk and I can barely see out of it.I watched two movies today. “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” and “Adam.” Both really different movies. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” was a drama-comedy romp fest that plunged from one kind of absurdity to another. Thinking of it now, I feel that my life can be somewhat similar. I have much the same of experience as the concierge in this hotel does – albeit without the chopped off fingers and rolling heads. I have been a weird person to myself at the best of times, and seen the weirdness in others at the worst of times. I feel cut off from writing, like the words won’t just flow, like I have to coax them out, like I have to use like a 100 times in a sentence. It makes you question the fluency of creation, the absurdity of life and the beauty of chaos. None of which makes any sense to me anymore. Yet, pick up the pieces we must.Tomorrow is the beginning of the mad world we call work. It can’t be real – this life I lead. It can’t be real, the life I lead in my head. The question is can I make out the difference anymore?