kveat

Once every great while, when the stars are in alignment, ancient prophecies are fulfilled, and the portents are imminent, something sparks in my mind and fires off synapses in a mental environment whose ground state of existence can only be approximated by the stark stillness and silence of the surface of the moon. The most recent episode is chronicled in my tellingly empty Thoughts section.

~ by carthago on March 12, 2009.