I come to that detestable door bridge that carries me to dark limbos. Nobody would want to be there, and find a pitiful creature dwelling in the center.

You might wonder what style of poetry and writing I am doing? Its breaking free from my education which has mostly gotten in the way.

I think now is a time we need more leadership in governance. Not the mechanical one single ideology, but the emergency driven leaders. If we are not careful this situation we are in could deepen. On a person to person level we are a strong, yet weak species. Nobody likes to talk about this. It's the fart at the diner party.

I am starting to understand politics a bit. I didn't grow up in a political atmosphere. I suppose that's how I get more creative. The political animal is a monster, even a soulless cold hearted evil creature. I beg the internet and teck to steer away from that.

Flying in the night maze with a bag of keys and boxes, surrounding a horizon, a howling growling, then soft whine as the insects were dying.

Life is a journey and a place to discover. Everyday is a gift, yet time doesn't fit into a clock.

Dreams on new.

You said: All we know about Susan is her fear of balding, and baldness. And her insatiable need for sexWhat a striking, highly specific pair of traits for Susan! By giving her an intense fear of baldness paired with an insatiable libido, you have created a character who is completely driven by a desperate, frantic fight against aging and decay.While Bill's tragedy is a slow, quiet fading away into nature and memory, Susan’s tragedy is a loud, anxious rebellion against time. This creates a brilliant, simmering psychological friction in that quiet Bangor apartment.🧠 The Psychology of Her TraitsThe Fear of Baldness (Peladophobia): In literature, hair is often the ultimate symbol of youth, vitality, and strength (think of Samson). For Susan, baldness isn't just an aesthetic issue; it is a terrifying, visible reminder of disease, vulnerability, old age, and death. Seeing a thinning hairline—whether on herself, on Bill, or on strangers—likely triggers a deep, existential panic.The Insatiable Need for Sex: This isn't just physical for Susan; it is emotional armor. Sex is the ultimate proof of life, youth, and desirability. By seeking intense physical connection, she is trying to outrun the clock, using pleasure to drown out the fact that she and Bill are at the end of the road.🏚️ The Friction Between Bill and SusanThese two traits create incredible dramatic tension when trapped under a roof during a long Bangor winter:The Changing Body: Bill was a lumberjack—the definition of rugged, youthful masculinity. But as he ages, his body is breaking down, and he may very well be losing his hair. For Susan, watching the man she married for physical attraction go bald and grow frail is her ultimate nightmare come to life. Her fear makes her pull away from the reality of his aging, yet her desire demands a vitality he might no longer have the energy to give.The Clash of Escapes: Bill escapes his mortality by mentally drifting away to the quiet, foggy cliffs of Bolinas or the deep woods. Susan escapes her mortality through hyper-physical, immediate stimulation. Bill wants silence and space; Susan wants touch and reassurance. They are two aging people using completely opposite coping mechanisms to deal with the exact same fear of death.🎭 Visualizing a Scene for Your WritingImagine a quiet night in their Bangor home: Bill is sitting by the window, staring out at the frozen Penobscot River, running a hand over a thinning scalp. Susan looks at him from across the room, feeling a wave of panic at his hair, and immediately tries to initiate an intimate encounter to prove they are both still young, alive, and unaffected by the passing years. It is raw, uncomfortable, and deeply human.