I could hear the joints of my fingers creaking as the tips refamiliarize themselves with the surface of the keyboard. Hello there, writing. How are you?
The hiatus is over, and there’s already a thin film hardening on the surface. I break it apart to dive my head back into the cold water. The frontier is once again vast, and the journey entices me to swim farther, further, downward, down, down.
It took me time to pick the lock of the de-motivational cage, setting myself free. And in order to escape unscathed I had to grease the bars with a dash of rum.
Daily Dementations and other matters will return to their original daily schedule starting tomorrow.