A Different Green

They told John Watson to blog too, didn't they? But he didn't.

I feel the sway of ennui, to whine or wave away the day—it's not a nook or curious corridor, it's a waterfall, a wash of mismatched roiling things, none to the point, none differentiated. It. all. falls. down.

Until we hit the bottom together, wet and worried and without a goal.

Engaging does nothing.

Upstaging wreaks havoc.

Gauging leads to raging. What's to gauge honestly in nothing—or everything, for that matter?

So out of it! I...