I was getting lost in my image of a skull discovered during a hike in Piedmont, Wyoming and thought I would write something clever and poignant about death and our impermanence here in this world. But my mind and body feel like one gigantic yawn, a big open-mouthed one with nothing coming out. So here it is:
Should I share this dribble on social media? Do disconnected people give a shit? I suppose the answer is unknown and difficult to measure.
So writing about nothing began with a desolate landscape and moved into somethingness, a feeling that I should put my phone down for a rest and Be instead of Do.
Being makes me happier, more rested and, yes, more social.