Two eventful months - bizarre, wild, confusing, draining... how do I put it? Flaky bits and pieces of me fell apart. I was at my aimless best, doing things I could not explain to myself, talking stuff I dont mean.
But just when that cynical bit rears its ugly head, and you are about to resign yourselves to becoming a flotsam in an emotional jet-stream, there comes the realisation that there are some things and some people you know you can always latch on to - reminding you that your life so far hasn't been exactly meaningless. And once you know that, the storm has been miraculously weathered.
Life is either an elaborate Monty Python movie, or a beautifully crafted Zen Koan. Either way, never makes sense while you are at it.