Trust me, I know.
Nearly a year ago Steve and I promised that setting fire to the rain Lifting Fog meant we’d never return to look at the ash heap, let alone try and build something new overtop. But you’re an adult now who’s seen the world bleakly naked — you should know that promises are shallow. And reboots? They are all the rage! Welcome, one and all, to Lifting Fog 2.0*.
*which for continuity’s sake will look exactly like the retroactively named Lifting Fog 1.0
Our “retirement” last spring was premature (unlike so many of the other affectations here, which are committed precisely on time). I mean, you convince yourself that saying something out loud makes it true. “Seriously dude, I’m over that chick.” “I’ve tamed my alcoholism.” And so on. But it’s rarely if ever the case. You don’t control when you’re done with something; something controls when it’s done with you.
Or, more briefly: Lifting Fog is an addiction from which I’m not sure I will ever truly recover.
Henning
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