Strange days. Strange thoughts and much else. Obsessions and echo’s from the still small voices in my head. Nothing new but perhaps the voices are a little more  persistant than they used to be.  Keeping out ot of trouble is difficult at times when your mind wants to wander elsewhere and your body wants to follow when perhaps it shouldn’t? 

Lost in an unreal world of reflection and illusions that the light creates when it fractures into component colours. Sometimes light does not reveal the truth of things, but quite the reverse. The hue is a distraction that hides the shapes of things, though there is no shade.