Monday vague

It's not working. Monday has usurped my capacity to think, or was it the weekend of domestic servitude that has drained me from me. Have I found peace? Ha! My head swirls in it's spin cycle of dialogue, however I am unable to clutch a fragment of it's speech. I am caught in a vacuum of thoughtless solitude. Such solitude is wasted. I recently downloaded a BBC special on Bill Burroughs and I watched some of it tonight. Perhaps I will go back to it. There was something almost human in the tortured soul of Mr Burroughs, which seemed to be captured in this documentary. A human face to the word virus.

See what awaits in the terrible, tomorrow is Tuesday.