Maybe i needed to be reminded of that one very last 'litmus' ..test....
No propriety, anywhere..may as well stay in the hills forever....
This hill, such superb line of sight, to the dreaded mast...i could get working now on so many actually interesting littlle filmies made the last few months...and the winter gone.
Thing is - all the moaning and all the pendless psychodrama they're all stuck in. Only one test does not lie: the bluebells not even out fully up here, means it has been an especially tough cold winter and spring... fact. And i survived it! BIBGO...means my cup actually tastes more than half full, too... that quiet cup one drinks alone, to warm oneself up...as one ponderates...no machinery on, either..
Now i have the real end, the real beginning can commence.
