About

I begin this blog with nothing to talk about, a kind of negative space consuming my time with the illusion of productive activity manifest in the ephemeral halls of public space.  This works like a journal, but diminished due to its lack of physical substantiality and subsequent lack of portability to inspiring locals such as valleyed parks sweltering in sunshine as the day moon bloats overhead like a tuft of ice cream lacking a cone.  So, we share the commonality of indoor dwelling, with our faces made luminous by the hypnagogic wall of accessible light known as the computer screen.  Perhaps that is all we will share, beyond the necessary anatomical conditions required by sentient internet usage.  See?  You and I, we are perhaps not so different.

What I want to say, however, is that you can expect a kind of contrived erudition found in literary schools and private libraries, crosshatched with the pregnant insanities of unemployed and alcoholic professors, shaded by the whims of animal instinct.

Welcome, welcome, to the unnecessary complications of writing’s untenured musics.