of course the holidays

have i ever walked into the winter holidays and not felt that
something was amiss?
the end of the aughts is no different.
the job was done better, cleaner, more thoroughly than ever before.
but it was a job this year. was it a job before?
i barely got my hands dirty.
not surprisingly i feel a bit lost because of it.
there is no pain or panic or inspiration or suspense marking time.

To adorn this entry, i have only old pictures. This is of a young
couple in the subway. He tap dances. She plays the saxaphone.
Once, I wished to be original.