I have recently changed nothing and thereby greatly enhanced my intransigent abilities in fields afar. Taking that nameless thing we speak of only in hushed tones as a cue, and needing little else upon which to balance my loose confederation of thoughts, my wherewithal redeems itself in a small town in Wentworthville, Australia, among other impossible places. The deleterious madness that cakes on my shoes has dried in the time I have spent contemplating those who fear and do naught. My time is crumbling, and yet I do nothing. I fear and yet I do nothing. I know nothing and yet I do nothing. Where, then, is the rhyme and the song? Is there no one to admonish one in the gloaming? No one, but the one.

I beat a retreat in a southerly direction. For now. Cleansing the palate is the first step toward tasting the real.

-zfc