My Final Post.

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands

--ee cummings


I wish I had been the one to write this. Genius.

I think, given all things, that it summarizes this blog in it's entirety, and therefore it shall sit here as the final entry.

The Long Walk.

I want to thank the regular readers of my ramblings here.

All six of you.

I am going to stop writing here now, it's time to move on to bigger projects. The blog will stay active for those of you who want to read the archives.

I had a good time, and I got to write some neat stuff. I appreciate your taking the time to read them.

Until next we meet, if we ever do.

-=Nam

House of Cards.

A curious thing, this house of cards...

Diligently, I build one layer after the next; so meticulous is the presentation that the structure itself is envied by all the architects of the heart.

Of course, the ego says that.

My house of cards... The only thing majestic about it is the manner in which it falls. It falls with such grace that one could wonder if in some sense it was rehearsed. Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was built to fall.

Would someone, please, hand me some fucking bricks?