My Recidivism

The entity of time, or better yet, the entity of lack there of time is my most inimical foe. Of course, if I were to simply take time, I would probably have my share of it. Digressing, I have the tendency to allow time to be taken. I've spoken of this before, and I shall not again now but any further.

I am still in the process of sorting through my old material, processing and filtering representations of emotions and ideas of my past, as if I were in an attic surrounded by yellowed photographs. I have also done my laundry. While this may seem irrelevant, my outcome was more than just fresh pants. I regret cutting this short, but I'm sure you understand. Business as usual.