Some Kind of Scandal?

The subjective breakthrough continues apace and points high up in the hierarchy. Why the fact that I am here should be of such concern remains an unanswered question. What is the problem?

Is there some kind of scandal unbeknown to me?

It is very odd to be sat here on a rainy morning waiting for the plumber and to “see” all those people from my past and some who I have never met; to feel the threads of interaction between them, pertaining to me.

I don’t have a problem with where I find myself, so why should they?

It is whatever it is.

It is not a “solvable” situation. From my end nothing needs to be solved. I am prepared to go to my box and unafraid of so doing.

So, what is all the fuss?

I do hope they sort it out, whatever it is….