This is a great place to be right now. Nothing beyond, nothing before.
A permanent lump of anticipation. A cocky assertion of knowledge. An unflinching certainty of nothingness.
Going nowhere. Coming from nowhere. Just being... right here, right now.
I have a paper to write as usual. And I am slacking off. The mind's wandering places it's been to a hundred thousand times before. And it persists in haunting the same corners, looking for the very same signs. Hoping something new turns up...even while being aware that it's a statistically and logistically impotent, indifferent and impossible situation.
I wish I could package this moment and send a whiff your way. Or even a teaser campaign.
My words are a poor substitute for what I know is sublime kitsch.
But you would find the package familiar. And warm. And beautiful.
It just might make your day. Like it made mine.
Reason is currently in cold storage. Watch this column while it thaws.