ever since yesterday when i turned my attention to the life of letters and the world of ideas ive been thinking constantly of writing something more.there isnt much to write about except gargantuan avalanches breaking on the tiniest hamlets.whwew.lord in a flash how easily we can imagine total devastation and of course it is belittling and heroic to think that it is a snuff episode in slow mo.the spool playing now covers romance marriage and the second loss of innocence and the cynification of reason.therefore this last ditch effort to record the sentiments and emotions of these thinning out times.the comet of course was visible but now you can only see its tail.between the scrawny hindlegs of a mammoth space dog.yes our lives are momentous like marathon collapsing at the finish line.not bad youd say considering that we arent even in the running for the nobel or the oscars or an olympic gold.we just jog and skip and dive head first into it.kick our boots off and think of doing it well.until of course someone wakes you up in the morning.this being shaken awake in the mornings is really pissing off.so im heading probably for the place where sleep lies waiting for us.