Cold Firebox

A Friday night evaluation shows me completely disengaged and unmotivated. The boiler firebox is full of cold ash. There are a handful of things I could be doing, projects I could work on, things on a to-do list to knock off, but the fire is out. A train engine doesn’t serve to drive itself across […]

Minimum

I suspect I’m in a season of silence. Not much to be said that’s suitable for a public journal. Work is stressful. Sometimes I miss the simplicity of working with mechanical devices instead of mechanistic people. I had a moment of clarity last week; I’m not trapped. I can leave. I’m only existentially bound to […]