Moderate Ignorance

On the stairway to self-preservation. An allotment of goods. A brace, some pills…none with thrills. All rainbow arrays of impediments. Difficult to imagine a day not perfumed by my self imposed…handicaps. With a suitcase of vertigo in hand. I travel the stairs, everyday, often with dismay. I daydream about what it is I am attempting to avoid. But that only depresses me. Provides an income, where I can become further annoyed. ⇔ I can hold to self-doubt and pretend it is not the germ ridden handrail… that it is. However, my ignorance may kill. It also allows me to live. Continue reading Moderate Ignorance