Boldly go where no man has gone before

Look I dog on E.M Forster a lot because , well, his novels are dryer than last week's toast (in my humble opinion). But I will give him this . . . in A Passage to India he makes a point that most stories or writing have to justify themselves with drama, with some hinge moment. Up until that point nothing too major had happened in the novel and then less than 50 pages later or so we find ourselves in the Marabar Caves. And the rest of the novel hinges upon what did or did not happen there. I actually like that he points out that this bull shit is about to occur . . . he literally used the phrase "justify itself." Prove its importance, make it relevant in some way. There has to be a climax.

I want to start acknowledging the degradation of things, erosion, the arthritic grip of daily life intertwined with the indescribable beauty of the mundane . . . the no money fun moments. The things we least talk about because they are the closest to us.