Writing, impromptu reciting. Feels good 2B free in artistry. This Pinot, speaking to me, fervently. One track, recorded. Shooting for one more. What am I trying to accomplish? Not sure. Just life, I think. To be truly alive. Not just to merely exist. Some, even characters close to me, have a hard time understanding my mission. And that’s fine. They don’t write, recite. But tonight, I more than might. How does Pinot make Mike so productive? Time, 7:45p. Still haven’t printed the pages I wanted to. Not on any schedule set, this evening. Relaxing. Delighting in delusions. Beautiful, this Inman Pinot. Swirling me, more than I do the glass’ pour. Back in Wonderland.