I seem to have completely forgotten this blog in the blur of work and strange, fleeting fatigue. I have not managed to create anything remarkable in the past couple of months, but I've sent off a couple of copies of PROOF OF GOD!...and other tragedies and am thus asserting my presence in the world. I've been mad about postcards lately and keep trying to find someone to send them to. I have a penpal on death row. I guess I could send him some kooky postcards. The only issue is that he often writes very long and heartfelt letters, to which I must respond with a long and heartfelt letter.
Heartfelt has been hard for me lately. I'm not sure why. I just feel a bit on automatic. It may just be a function of my diagnosable disorder, a muting of emotion and tangling of thought. I am hoping that I can remember that I started this blog, so that I can start contributing to it in a meaningful way. Maybe poetry? I recently read the work of a young poet and was immediately inspired to write poetry. I don't know how to write poetry. Is this poetry? No, probably not.
What does it mean that I see a universe in a single cloud? It means that I have good eyes.
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