Dia De Los Muertos Blog

Well it would appear to be the end (or not). It’s been two weeks since anything’s been posted here, which by dogs years is an eternity. It’s very lonely here. I can feel the chill and the dampness of the crypt as I write. From asterisk to asteroid rolling aimlessly in cyberspace or, better yet, like dust under the bed, ready to be sucked up in vacuum super nova nothingness. Check for cyber dust mites. Perhaps a few words of condolence are in order.
The Japanese poet Sunao (who died in 1926 at 39 years of age) would say of death:

Spitting blood
clears up reality
and dream alike.