Is That The Light Dying?
I’ve never known it so quiet considering all the noise. Like a car crash.
So what happens now?
I wait for the right thing to be done.
And if not?
I move things up.
How?
I have twenty-thousand emails at my fingertips, and I’m gonna use them. Throw in journals, tapes, and a memory made for stalking, and then mix it all together with the fearless rage of somebody who has lost the most important thing they could ever lose, and you have yourself a web professional.
See Also:
• The Leaving of America?
• Epitaph
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
What is the thing? Are we allowed to ask?
It’s not so much the asking Kav, but hopefully I won’t be answering any time soon.
Things don’t always go the way you hope, mind you.