The Winds of War

What the Painted People's Zeno might observe outside Tiffany's at Union Square, San Francisco, could include the bustling city life, the iconic cable cars, and perhaps a glimpse of the distant Painted Ladies, known for their Victorian charm and vibrant colors. The area is a blend of historic elegance and modern luxury, reflective of the city's dynamic spirit.

I'm overwhelmed with emotions at this moment. Under the moon's gaze, I feel an inexplicable anxiety, the kind that only surfaces in New York City, in places that will fade to mere fragmented memories by tomorrow. That's just who I am—disconnected from everything here and now, everything except the vast, unseen expanse... I am one with it.

Writing has gone better than expected. Chapter 10 completed in draft form. I prefer to draft each chapter in outline form, leaving the essential dialogue and character interactions to be fleshed out later. It's a lengthy process.

In the meantime, there's nothing else one should worry about except for relieving stress afterwards, but even that has become too mundane in Peekskill, NY, to the point of boredom.

If you make love with one man over and over again, you finally realize the repetition is that bad and what it is....is really that bad; it's still going to feel the same unless it's a different face,  Then you realize the French man in your bed is king, no matter how hairy and uncut and sort of smelly it is, he makes better love than anyone you've ever known and that face of his and the way he moans is different every time...