Friday, June 3, 2011

Like an unwatered indoor conifer...

Without love and attention, it dies, just like this blog.
Of course this was always intended to be, and has been, a specific and finite project.
The contents have been sent off to my potential publisher and so this blog can officially said to be archival only.

Does anyone stumble upon this collection of sadness and contemplation? Like the conifer I got from Shannon over Christmas that died in the early spring and was deposited in the backyard of my tiny apartment shortly thereafter.

Maybe. And just in case, in closing,
To answer the question that I wasn't sure was a question: wreckage has trumped reclamation.