Next Attraction.

In my never ending quest for nonsense, today finds me after a good run of writing looking at antiques on-line.  If you are wondering, it started in the folk art section, deviated to Japanese and then to inkwells before I stopped looking altogether.  Now, you know it is a really slippery slope from desire to acquisition to collection to hoarding to out of control no money in the bank and nothing to show for it except a bunch of material junk, but I thought even more so of the accumulation of visual imagery that continues to flood and pollute the mind.  I am, of course, one of the worst people in this respect, and it is both fortunate and so unfortunate that my brain is marked with much graphic information, although at times I do stop and try to stop the prodigious intake of such.

If I didn't, it would keep going, on and on, straight to doom.  The Next Attraction, always next, next, next, it never ends.