The razor's edge... I spent the evening at Jake's, upstairs. On Tuesdays upstairs is closed to everyone but me... I show up, flip on a small light over a table facing the long windows and exposed brick..., a nice man in a tie , completely unbidden, brings me a bottle of wine and a glass of water, an ashtray... sometimes some oysters.... good deal eh? Normally this is groovy.... a little jazz, some writing, solitude... last night I walked the existential razors that I run from daily...Just that same ennui that I can quiet sometimes, that very rarely I am at peace with.... came home, called my friend Thor in Austin (check out his site: Thorharris.com) we had a good long talk... and at the end of the day... there is no balm for it... I just finally stop struggling against it and accept that we are all alone in this together... Been running around this mental hamster wheel my whole life... don't know if it is better or not, but I do acquiesce sooner.