Nothing To Say (But It's Ok)
Ah, that slight moment of hesitation just when you're about to begin writing, the realisation that you have absolutely nothing to say, nothing of any terrible consequence anyway. The thought meandered across my mind that perhaps I should not blog tonight, but somehow that decision was dashed and destroyed like genocide of misfiring synapses and in its place came these somewhat uninspired words.
It seems it may have slipped my teflon coated mind for a second or two, the reason I started this frivolous pursuit in the first place. So I guess I'll keep at it, sitting mildly contented at my desk, turning the dimmer clockwise a small degree, such to emit a fraction of the luminous excesses of imagination and anxiety from the dark depths of my soul.
Portrait of Edward James