William Blake. He got tired. There’s only so much time you can buck convention. Then you have to die and let history fight the fight.

It happens a lot. Old men get tired. Mark Twain, Friedrich Nietzsche, and Leonardo da Vinci.

Don’t claim to be in their league. But the pessimism steals over me. An astrologer called the Witch of Yellow Springs once told me I would never run out of energy. I’m thinking she was wrong.

I write, but there’s nothing left to say.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=u8u6t_nFufo

Tired. Through and through.