Silence...

...this side has been for many reasons. Hmmm, like too many things to write about and hence a block, caught up with other stuff, too much on my mind but mostly I think it is a pattern where I start something with a lot of enthausism and then it fades off... It's the last one I'm concerned about and should work on breaking patterns. Reminded of Simon 'n Garfunkel's 'Patterns':

...Like the color of my skin,

Or the day that I grow old,

My life is made of patterns

That can scarcely be controlled.

Oh but I did swim. And saw 'Mais Ou Et Donc Ornicar' and 'The Keys to the House'. And today it was 'The Secret Life of Words' at the IHC. Touching. All of them but more so the Keys and Secret Life.