I guess I can just go back to fishing.
Sometimes I look around and everything makes sense, somebody has already organized my shelves and labeled my thoughts.
Today I don’t know.
Yesterday nothing made sense. Tomorrow is so stormy.
I love facts, he said. I love stories, they said.
I dreamed that once and it was so real, when I woke up I never figured out where I was. Today I still don’t know.
Inspired by Peter, John 21:3f