My life is a joke and I am my own straight man

It is possible that the water that was subject of the statement that all is connected is not the water that is the subject of the statement i am drowning. Go ask Alice.

Smack in the middle of an unraveled life, it becomes hard to identify the latest end from the earliest beginning. Not quite sure whether this frazzled end right here, at my finger tips, is snarled up like a too-long-in-place braid or just its own natural undone end state.