Mere Anarchy Is Loosed Upon The World

Because I fully expect the burglars who have taken to feeding on my life while I predictably toil at my dead-end tasks to return for my computer soon,
I will apologize in advance to my few viewers for the haphazard theme of no theme that must needs begin to prevail.
I am trying to scan a few thousand more slides of wanderings to nowheresville while drinking my wine rack before all of that good stumbling about evaporates into theft and/or desparate dreams of yore.


Things fall apart.
The center cannot hold.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
--W. B. Yeats
(from "The Second Coming")