since there's been a dearth of posts on this month's topic, and since i can't write just yet, i thought i'd post this little poem about the future:
It's going to happen very soon. The great event which will end the horror. Which will end the sorrow. Next Tuesday, when the sun goes down, I will play the Moonlight Sonata backwards. This will reverse the effects of the world's mad plunge into suffering, for the last 200 million years. What a lovely night that will be. What a sigh of relief, as the senile robins become bright red again, and the retired nightingales, pick up their dusty tails, and assert the majesty of creation!
-leonard cohen, the great event
See You Next Tuesday,