This is one of those occasions when however hard I try, I can find nothing to populate the screen with. Neurons are n't firing or popping.
I can't inject life into any these of 26 letters. In the Frankenstein movies, there'd be mysterious smoke frothing in vials, random bolts of electricity, something twitching, before the creature breaks it's bonds and walks. None of this is happening in the laboratory of my mind. It's more numbness along with a sense that I have to put something down to maintain some mysterious momentuum.
Tomorrow: will the creature walk?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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