Doors

So far I've found that doors tend to open and close at the same time.

One door closes and if you aren't properly prepared, you'll wind up scrambling to get to the one that just opened. Even worse is when you just ignore the newly opened door, because you'd rather stare at the closed one - you never know, it might open again.

Sadly, I've found myself in that place pretty often. Looking at the door, knocking and ringing the bell, waving at the peep-hole. I'm not sure if it'll open for me again, and it might. Yet then, what doors are opening and shutting around me while I'm buggering with the hinges on the one?

I think that maybe the proper course of action here is to lean up against the one door. If it opens again, I'll fall right into the room. If another door with something just as good (better is too tough a word to use here, because better would probably be tough to accomplish) opens then I'll see it and hopefully be proper set to rush through. If I'll be able to leave the one door stands to reason, but that bridge will be crossed when I come to it.

Starts & (Loose) Ends

Well, um...

I guess I ought start by explaining the title.

Click-click-click is a sort of gears turning about in my head.

It's from a Rory Gallagher song. Or rather, it is a Rory Gallagher song.
It's a Radiohead song. I've got a disease, an English disease.

What this really is is, a door into my thoughts. Of course, whether that is where you want to be is not related. Yet, you probably wouldn't be here if you hadn't come looking for a way in - so you must want to be here.

You won't for much longer. 

Other than the title, er...

I suppose this is a way for me to document my descent into madness or out of it, if you look at it that way. 

That's about it, so good luck with that.