So I'm reading Alexander Theroux's essay entitled "Black," originally published in Conjunctions in 1994, and thinking, "Jesus, this guy's pretty verbose," but it gets better, and I start to think, "Jesus, verbosity can really get you somewhere, if you pick the right words."


I'm still not sure what I'm doing, so this blog still sucks. It will continue to suck for quite some time yet. Do not hold your breath. Do not bookmark this site. Yet.


This is the turtle from The Neverending Story. It's named Morla.

It's still not quite working. I don't know why.

Oh, wait. It is working.

It's not working.

We're not sure yet, how we feel, except that our tone reminds us of that turtle from The Neverending Story.

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