If my readers did not like talk of cosmology then they liked me whining about losing readers over it even less. My site is becoming a black hole of page views. Soon I won't even be able to see the words as I type them.
Ah well... another Friday has appeared beneath us, like gravitational clockwork, or rather, as calendarwork, and we its humble workers, sucked towards.
I need beautiful things. I am too often reminded of one thing, not enough of the other. I amble, dwell. One's heart must not drift long without some useful breaking.
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