Black holes.

Nope. That’s it. I’m stuck for inspiration. It’s been one of those months where things fall apart on a much larger scale than initially anticipated. And there I was, actually thinking things were looking up.

Pfffth.

So, off to find more gainful employment. Ah… the hard part. Or, in this case, the harder part. The hard part is obstinately continuing to exist in a world that seems bent on removing all evidence of joy and beauty.

And I’m an optimist.

Really.