I’ve been making up for the times I was too busy to blog or write about stuff and in that regard I feel a wee bit accomplished for the day. However, I have more unfiltered thoughts than I am capable of writing down and as if a sign from the cosmic, a line from Spandau Ballet’s hit, True, creeps into my consciousness:

“Why do I find it hard to write the next line?”

This instantaneously brought out some memories and like a never-ending ripple, I instinctively listened to another song which covers True, Set Adrift On Memory Bliss, and again as if another cosmic signal, it seemed to mesh well with my subterfuge writer’s block dilemma.

“I think it’s just one of those déjà vu things,
Or a dream that’s tryin’ to tell me something”