It's hard whenyou're stuck up on a shelfI change by not changing at all

So this is the thousandth post. It doesn't really mean a lot, given that there are a million monkeys, typing on a million computers, and one of them will write Hamlet.

Or something.

The sun can beat down hard. It can be big. You can stagger away, but you'll be back again.

You can sit in your ivory tower. Dig deep and see where it ends. The ball bounces and the ceiling drips down again.

You think you know, but you don't. Nobody does.



That's it.

That's all.