Crafting a Consistent Self-Image

often there’s not a bit of art to it . . .

Image by Barbara from Pixabay

I’ve duly bit the big banana. I’m an old biddy gone bonkers.

I mean it. My wits are so pinball, my brainwaves so ricochet, this whole swirling vortex up in there makes Jack Kerouac read like he’s housebound. If you’re under fifty, you won’t catch a word of my gibberish.