So, I've been writing poetry again. This may be a bad thing.
Or maybe not. However, it is certainly more sunny than I wish to deal without my sunglasses, which I so intelligently left at home.
The funny thing about memes, is that if I intentionally try to start one
, it dies. But if I just parrot others', they spread even faster. Perhaps there is a critical visibility that I just don't have, so the memes cannot generate enough of their own momentum to keep rolling. Or perhaps memes are like Shrödinger's cat: dead, but it doesn't know it until we look.