Struggling with you at the moment. An absence might be required.
Other pursuits, worthy, have to be factioned and sectioned. As a result you may become cut off, disillusioned, false or dead.
There is no route here, a journey over the hills has become a journey round the hills. There are too many people looking and I cannot say a thing of relevance, of anti-relevance, of anything.
It makes me no money, friends, time, accolades, happier.
I do this till it pains me.
A hiatus? Let me know.