Naughty, naughty me.  I've been otherwised engaged, or something, and everything stagnates a bit.  I, for one, am pretty pleased with most of the recent changes around here.

Sorry I haven't been around more (he said to cobwebs and shadows).

Originally posted 14 January 2008

... or some other sappy bit of Americana that fails miserably at capturing anything resembling what true emptiness really feels like.

Driving home, Sunday, when I finally started that way, which I did not want to do, I was overcome by a feeling of total desperation.  Like chasing a fleeing train, hands outstretched to pull you aboard, but you just...
can't...
make it.