Can the mind be in rigor mortis?
The winter sunshine is slowly becoming warmer. Seasons change, kittens die and are born, and the world forgets these kittens and us. We drink tea, smoke, and discuss and write. Some clever people solve sums, and some people become immortal. Some very clever people make money. Some cleverer people do not make money.
And everyone wails, laments, laughs and condemns.
Life is so delightfully irrelevant, nest-ce-pas? To relieve oneself of this tedium one must smoke, drink alcohol and caffeine in copious quantities, see Paris, Prague and Kashmir, learn to speak francaise, and then emulate my little kitten.
Not waving, but drowning meanwhile! ;)