Summer

When summer lowers itself over the cesspit of drones what happens? We all drop our clothes and throw out any sense of propriety we once had. I urge everyone to look in the mirror before leaving the house. You may find it quite upsetting.

Welcome

It's been a while since the last post. I'm none the wiser, indeed, perhaps less so but that isn't a reason for anything; let alone not blogging. I have been, and still am, in an existentialist funk and will remain so for quite the while. Let us start anew.