#Not Dead

“why no mo posts? r u dead? where r u?”

I’m at supper. Not where I eat, but where I am eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at me.

The posts will resume as soon as my predecessor solves the clues that I left them and locates the time capsule containing the password to my wordpress account set to open in 50 years.

You’re welcome.