"...sometimes you have to get clumsy and incoherent for awhile." —Justin
"God help us; we're in the hands of engineers." —Ian Malcolm
"What you've argued, recently, is not anarchist." —Jack Crow
Hey Man, doing my New Year's check on old friends. Hope you and yours are well.
Sorry for the tremendous delay. We're doing okay, and thank you for checking. Also: see below.
I want to answer "Yes?" I seem okay but I'm tightly wound, operating my life narrowly. Been writing more fiction and just kinda feel like I have no nonfic to write. Nothing to declare, and I've always been more comfortable with declarations or analyses and now I've come to a bleak feeling of toil... A vacant mastery, but a mastery of tasks that takes most of me.
Well, fuck, sir - that's raw.