i tend toward distraction

It is not necessarily the restaurant. Nor overspending. Nor wave upon wave of drunken night. It is, I think, simply time passed, and a space between decision and action. That what is had in a dream is often forgotten in the morning. I had forgotten to finish the story of the woman and the child, but now I have remembered.

Between now and Colorado, my goal is to remain vigilantly bent on that page.