How strange, that the ripples and eddies of past times and memories can produce such flotsam.
I had completely forgotten, since its inception in June 2007, that this WordPress blog even existed.
Why had I set it up? I recall a heightened reading of Burgess’s denied meisterwerk, but the reason I played with the purple-tinged catharsis inferred by the title is long forgotten, erased by newer sorrows.
I wonder if I can find a use for it? Perhaps it is better buried and cast-off?
Dispatches From Municipal Flatblock 18-A 