“My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud.”
- William Blake
I very badly wanted to buy myself some art today. Miniature pieces of a gun-wielding somewhat-bunny. Then I kinda recalled that the 20-dollar bill in my wallet, was the last of its kind. The last time I was this cautious about money, I was 8 and ‘cut-off’ from my mother after she caught me stealing from my own piggy-bank.
Wow. 18 years on, as vulnerable as ever. But today was a good day. I saw some of the silver lining. Susan Miller could just be right. All is not lost.
