Oh Muse, Where Art Thou?

Apologies to all for the blatant rip off of that title. Times here are desperate.

As in, times are now at the point where ordinary people of average desires would have thrown in whatever towel was at hand, and then start over. But start where, I ask.

Really. Start where?

Start what?

Do what?

For what?

Where?

When?

Well, actually that question is pretty easy. Now would be good.

Actually, anytime would be good.

I am back at the question that has plagued me my whole life. What am I supposed to be doing here? Or if now here, where? When?

Most importantly, how?

This, here in the wasteland, is the question.

What now?

Oh, where is that pesky Muse? Where is that Muse of mine?