But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.-- Don Juan, by Lord Byron
There used to be a bunch of pretentious and vapid rambling here about writing, along with links off to more pretentious things I must have thought were worth sharing with the world back then. Now I know better and hide the pretentiousness in the open under the volume of mundane words in the journal I keep online. I don't think I ever really finished any of the writing here before, so it's probably a grand idea to pretend it doesn't exist.
Yoink.