slipping by

And the days slip by
      keep slipping by

a whole year could pass like this

without breath, without life, without caring

whole years have slipped by

       by and by

The days are short

half gone by the time I awaken

The nights are dark...


omega 3, selenium, vitamin D, T

everything is fine

except my head

gone, by quigon, gone

quoth the raven?

   no, 'tis a dog that taps on the door, not a bird.

Perhaps I could live like this.
I don't seem to run out of things to do.

The veil between the real life which does not exist

  and the electronic life which is not real

Nothing is real.

A delicate vase and statuettes
behind glass, safe from dust