Repress or Exult

I just wrote for an hour and deleted.  I was up until wee hours last night shooting for a second night in a row.  I'm beat.  I tried to tell you about it, but I didn't come off so well.  That's what happens when you try to tell people about yourself, though, when you try to explain the internal shift that is occurring and try to explain desire.  You can't explain desire.  You can only repress it or exult in it.  But you will regret it any way you go, whether you talk or repress or act.  There is no winning with desire.

So no narrative today.  I'll get back to Sundance tomorrow, I hope.  It is Friday and my desire has turned upon itself since last night.  I only want to sleep.  I have not abandoned anything, though.  I am only (temporarily) incompetent.