Rock On

Another day has passed. There were multiple points of failure. In my efforts, others efforts, lives. A series of implosions and dazed looks. Occasionally, we break out in booming laughter, hoping our wheezing desperation will drive off bad spirits and ill luck. I’m uncertain if it’s effective, but I hope it is, and, well, over the years I’ve learned hope is a strategy. Truly, there may be no other we’ve ever used. We struggle forth with nary an ill word. Optimism is indeed the by and only word. We must proceed. We must adhere to policy. Success is inevitable. And, on the off chance that we in fact fail, we must exert our every creative fibre to present failure as success. Though I’m with excellent people and we do, despite our best efforts, succeed some of the time - it is a charnel house driving all of us downward into a twisted spiral of half-truths and fictions. There’s no point in what I’ve said – no desire to communicate anything beyond the invariable, inestimable, breakdown of potential and ability within which I drift.