And with strange eons even inactivity may die. Hence why I'm here. I go places. I write things. And it's all brought me back here for another round. And so far, all that includes is cleaning up some old poetry.

Unless you saw that last submission, that's way more recent. If I can manage it, it's going to move onward into something... more complete. The main idea is dandy and thought-out, so I blame stylistic experimentation for how long it's taken to squeeze a measly 700 words. In fact, I still mourn all the clutter I was obligated to cut out. But for anyone interested in the kind of thing, it involves a defunct mechanical cult leader, a strapping young marsupial, some kind of shy lobster, and a conniving plant. It's going to be pretty awesome.

In other news, HAPPY NEW YEAR. Just in case it comes between here and now.