Binge listening to  The Band-mostly "Makes no difference" one of Danko's gems."unfaithful servent "  Today those words pierce me, but there's no one to share with.  At least no one who understands...without explaining. God, I miss being heard, being seen- 

And what is this sudden attraction to words and wanting to express myself with words after all these many years?  Maybe cause the visual gets harder? Plus, words take less space than paintings.  Who knows?  My head is full of words.  The images are fading into shadows.

" makes no difference who I meet..just a face on a dead end street"