The Paper and the Content of the Paper
It's a little over a month since the reins of my world seemed to slip out of my hands, and since then all my movements have been buffets and jounces. In the trunk of a car on a long gravel road. Made a lot of money, entertained and was entertained, went to see the redwoods. Now the cold I've had coming since April is finally arrived and I can't tell if I'm hungry or thirsty or tired; it's all the same headache, the same nasty scratched-out feeling in the body.
The reins are around here somewhere. I’m trying to pick them up.