My, That Was Relaxing

And so I return.

Having been severely scarred by my last documented vacation, I decided that a little bit of actual relaxation was in order. I have now returned, and am pleased to announce that my intellectual blocker has been disabled. I can write again.

Thus, I am here, and, starting from Tuesday, I will be commenting here, in the confines of this blog, on society and anything about it that I think I should comment on. I’m a changed man, and I intend to show it. And tomorrow will be quite interesting.

An associate of mine did some photographic work for me on a sculpture I accidentally wrenched into existence. Liking my little abomination of creativity, I wished it to be captured at it’s most humble yet exorbitant moment. Though the photographer may have failed in that respect, due to some miscalculation of some unexpected variable or some such, the results are still of some interest to me, and so I will present them.

Keep in mind, I am no artist: I can criticise and analyse, scrutinise and finalise, but I am a man of the mind, not the mediocre. Though I must say, the way the sculpture manages to work with the photographer is nothing short of flamboyant humility.

Yours Nightmarishly,

Crane.

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