This blog isn't dead...

...But it's thinking what to do with itself. As flat as the world is right now, that is as much as events have gone by in this corner; not even a sepia hue could turn them into memorable pictures. Imagination is lacking, eyes are dry, wrists are hurting, and the gift suffers. Could turn this into records of meta poems of frustrations. Says someone, why reveal your soul? Says I, why indeed? Still looking for answers.