The Writing

Life happens pretty quickly these days. Before we have a chance to analyze what just happened, we're already on to the next thing. It's probably important to slow up the train sometimes, pull out our magnifying glasses and take a closer look at what life is really trying to tell us. And there are probably great writers who can help us understand just what it is exactly that we are to make of all of it. I am not one of those writers. Instead I prefer to speed along ever faster and make inane observations of things I barely have left myself time to understand. If that sort of thing appeals to you then please to enjoy what you find below.


On Time Flying

*Spoiler Alert*

For some it might not seem clear, for others it will already be inescapable but for those few who might be shocked I’ve decided to put a spoiler warning on this post – so for those few: don’t read any further! For those who have continued, and i know that all of you are simply spammers who are not reading anything at all but who continue to compliment me on the “fascinating subject matter” that “needs to be explored more deeply by intelligent voices like(my)self”, whilst posting links to unimaginable websites with exotic Polish or perhaps Sri Lankan etc etc names but whom regardless still deserve fair warning in the form of a spoiler alert, it must be mentioned that time does indeed fly.

So much so that my daily, at least weekly or even, god willing monthly updates to my website, or upgrades or even terribly written blog pieces or badly drawn, painfully unfunny comics or at the very, very least few moments of time to try, even half heartedly, to remove some of the spam that keeps flooding my inbox with crashing waves of ineffectuality, get waylaid and then waylaid for what seems forevermore.

Made all the worse by the ease with which the tide could be turned – remain undone, unchecked and abated until this very moment in the form of one measly post on a topic that most, if not all are already familiar: that time flies – has finally been madly pounded out as a small and simple thank you to those of you who so patiently and certainly check back every day desperate for new content, and to serve also as an excuse for the giant gaps that stand between entries for in this instance we all know that time can not actually fly but stumble and falter in a futile attempt to leap life’s mighty chasms, time’s unending cavities and that by “fly” we all lie and mean “speed by”. So with that imperceptible gesture, God speed ’til next time and thank you all for not reading…