FlashBug I

Flashings
Entry One
Journaling has never come easy to me...It goes against my instinctual tendency to remain covert. Tho’ now for the first time there is a promise of some security, some permanence and the space to reflect. Each morning I come and watch...as my vision takes shape. The droids work soundlessly, remodeling in increments this abandon shell...just as I have envisioned all these years. A space to store and archive, a room to make permanent my portable laboratory, and the clinic-spa with its private and open spaces...complete with luxuriant ferns cascading to the water fountains’ edge.

Finally Here

What a struggle! My original blog evaporated thus it has metamorphosized into polygraphs. May the force be with me for this permutation. :)