I watched the frequency of reader visits to this blog decline. The stories that rattled around in my head echoed against empty spaces. They were not really “stories,” either. They dissolved into ideas; then, fleeting thoughts. Finally, incomplete prophesies that no longer met the definition of predictions…not even constituting words any more. Just shattered syllables. Unintelligible noises…incoherent sounds, incapable of conveying meaning. Gibberish. Blather. Damaged decibels. Fractured silence. Broken contemplations. Lunacy in the form of quiescent, loud, peacefulness. Bellowing silence.
Well, there are some of us out here who NEED to hear your lunacy filtered through the internet!!! You’d BEST keep on writing, boyo…