Yucatan Climes

Before I even embarked on my last vaca, my aloneness dangled obscene and pendulous from my neck like some critical mass anchor, stooping and bending me with its perverse catching on the merest peduncle of my angst, depression, and self-malignment. Barring that, what an extravaganza of mediocrity....

Une, jamais deux

Alone. Mostly alone. However, only sporadically lonely. The raucous clamor in my head rarely abating to allow loneliness its due. It is my state of being and when the ranters are quiet I often wonder aloud at my state but rarely does it grace me with a disclosure.