For an air-person, I'm having a lot of trouble reading lofty almost totally abstract essays. Hopefully it really is a neurochemical thing. Or perhaps I don't actually have as sensitive a soul as I would like. And I …
An update, perhaps, I spose that's what xanga's for. 'Course, nothing concrete, except in the sort of details I choose. When I was ten or eleven I wrote in my diary that I wouldn't write about events anymore, but about…
