Ares is on the move again, ready to set fire and cleave apart anything he can.

I’ve been working with desperation. Editing photos all day. Time is ticking. So many seeds scattered by the wayside. So many seeds on rocky ground

so much wasted

all hope and no technique

Tonight isn’t a night for well-articulated thoughts. I’ll just lay here in bed and burn. And in the morning I will reconstitute the ashes into a new man. The new man will be quite the same man as before, but we will have lost some pieces. Maybe we will assemble the remainder in a more harmonious way than before; It is unlikely.

Ares is on the move. And he wants to pick a fight with you.