Stumbing toward something

I always know what's up. I mean, that's what it is to be a conspiracy researcher, always looking for "other orders behind the visible," never being satisfied with the "official story" and, despite what the critics say, never holding blindly to a hypothesis under which the facts have begun to erode.

And that's why I'm in such a peculiar place right now. I'm getting home after another brutal week at work, and instead of diving in, certain of where I'm going, I feel like I'm spinning my wheels.

This is what it's like not to be sure.