Sound and Fury

For a few weeks, I’ve struggled to find a reason to write. Maybe everything that could be said has been said—in which case, I’ve nothing to regret. Or, maybe my original thoughts were slain and buried by the nonstop stream of digital communication beamed at me through texts and emails. Certainly many beautiful words still survive within the old books that sit on my bookshelves, my rows of neatly-arranged neglect. At any rate, it’s not without some dejection that I’ve been at a loss for words.

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