Memento Mori

After a point even an image was not enough, and he invoked concepts, like Post-Impressionism or Neo-Plasticism, and favourite of favourites, the Lyapunov functions, he seized upon an idea, a theory, a searing flame of thought, to match the jolt of bloodlessness between his ears, he told you and you laughed, perhaps you should cultivate blankness, you advised, that perfect blankness essential to any man's happiness.
The Glassblower's Breath-Sunetra Gupta

I realize I've neglected the blog for far too long now. But then why ought I fill spaces with the pain quotidien? Precious little has been done. Today. I feel like a little decadence. I'd like to see my words form, savour their uselessness, reject nourishment that would never arise from their pointlessness. Et in Arcadia ego. And so, a little triteness won't hurt Jack.