contours and colours

"where am I?" I totally wonder sometimes. What is this world, this existence, this reality, this understanding of it; anyway?

and sometimes I don't write good; or perhaps i am too impatient to be particularly precise. If I can't figure it out post-haste, I usually just want to rush past; pretty plain-like.

Anyhow, let's take an example! In that first bit up there, at the end. Upon further reflection I'd rather write it as follows:

"What is this world; this existence; this reality; this understanding of it, anyway?" Because what I'm trying to express is a particular anyway - in regards to our understanding of this world, existence and reality. Not a general and flippant anyway tacked on to the end as some kind of general and lazy transition (which I am often guilty of).

I am also guilty of something else, in regards to communication and conversation. It was pointed out to me earlier this week. Something I say... when asked a question perhaps. It's an evasive-no-answer. But I can't remember what it is... I know I shrug my shoulders a lot. But what I've forgotten is an audible. Umm... perhaps it was that I tend to let out lingering a "well..." when I can't think of what to say or how to answer or I want to avoid answering?

Anyhow, this post has gotten way to personal and trivial. I applaud you if you've made it this far! But no apologies; mr. tusks and I are partial to rolling hard and posting whatever we want. whatevs.