I like the dark half of the year better. I enjoy melancholy, and I firmly believe in the importance of composting ideas properly. If you go trying to write something before the soil in ready, all you’ll do is kill worms–and remember, their work is vital.

I’ve been going through a resting, fallow period lately. But I believe all the research I did in Seattle and the experiences I had coming across the country are nearly rotted enough to be useful, now. I apologize if you missed this blog. I have no real interest in purveying inanities, though, and so I’d rather say nothing than something not worth saying. Hopefully you, Humane Reader, can appreciate this.