alienation

Monday I had the very uncomfortable experience of thinking "I'll get more things settled when Denis comes back". Which is kind of horrifying. Who's Denis? If it isnt me but some bloke who has gone off somewhere -- well, who am I then? Some sort of fleshly caretaker of the Denis Drayton body? And what happens if he never comes back?
Or if he was just an idea that I, the actual hum-drum occupier of the damaged body had in a moment of abstraction? All very deep and philosophical

gone missing

I havent been myself in oh -- nearly as long as since the last blog post. No excuse really but the labour of sounding off to myself didnt seem worth the rewards. Getting excited about e-publishing all over again currently and it is putting a wind beneath my wings (sorry Bette)