I am afflicted at the moment with a condition I can only call Malaise Of The Brain. My brain is as empty as my attic ought to be; I don't think there's even any dust up there. I can't think of anything interesting to say; I don't have the least bit of energy for writing a poem or an essay or a short story or a blogpost; my mind is as frail as the rest of me. It's a pitiful state, and I hope it's going to be brief. I'm just sort of watching the world go by, without feeling any impetus to contr...
Published on July 21, 2010 08:26