30 december

Try to be a better self, said the mirror, and the clearer the echo, the sharper the chill. No time for reflections on this. Proceed per instructions. Conducting the orchestra of neurons -- the morons in the belfry that freeze up or overheat when their limited seats are overrun with stunning floods of matter that doesn't! Wasn't it astonishing to discover that all of those blunders had solutions in the back of the book? Would you look, if you knew? And whose truth would be there, hidden? We'd written off any ending happy enough to include more than one hero but the zero of this game is sum same to another named in a separate suit. Love by any other name may still come calling and I will fall into the well myself -- another deep subject from which I have yet to escape.