I've walked a fine line today, straddling bliss and an unhinged mind, in the beat possible sense. On the way to somewhere, I'm driving to someone, two new journeys, while embarked on a 'larger' one that started the weekend before last. The 'larger' one refers to my newspaper publishing space, as well as to me as freelancer. I'm smelling freedom in the air, while realizing that I'd slumped into a bottomless pit of endless work. It's sounding vague, but as I walk the line the vagueness is un-blurring, being clarified.