Ive felt a bit lost this week. I cant decide what is worth worrying about. Its a kind of mental Schrodinger's Cat situation. Waiting for blood test results had my mind a bit worried, even though there was no evidence that I should be worried, but then again until I received the results how could I rule anything out ? 

I think the lean towards the darkness of the shortest days has upset my perceptions. I have thoughts that wander and jolt or jump back to the every day things,  but those thoughts seem as equally important as the everyday stuff I do. . 

I dreamed of a witch last night who came very close to my face. She was trapped in a wood with a starry sky that was contained in a fold up book with pop up pictures. I felt an empathy for her. Why was she trapped ?  

As the body gets weaker the mind gets way more creative. Maybe thats why fasting is popular in religion ?  There is no choice but to pass through this shortest day and out the other side. No one can avoid it. That sounds scary and profound.

The above remix is as dark as hell.