Loose –not like a cannon that fires willy nilly– but more like untied ends, looking for a landing-place, I am often adrift. Sometimes, the experience is one of exhilaration. I will stumble upon something serendipitously important to me, and it will make my day. Other times, I would prefer to know where I am heading.
As in the sentences above in which so many images conflict and converge, I am unmoored. As in the sentences above in which so many metaphors interact and are often at war, the results are not always pretty, or fortuitous.
On occassion, of course, they really and truly work.