I feel ideas as puffs of smoke, without substance, without reality. My present task is figuring out how to exist, and I am realizing all my huffing and puffing, all my ideation, does not serve this task.
If you start seeing large gaps between posts–and I have “threatened” (seemingly I have few readers, so it in any event affects only a couple people) this multiple times before–then that is the reason.
All is good and getting better.