Writing Wrongs

How funny it is that we can miss things we've never had. Hilarious, even. Some impossible collage of incompatible things can be combined to make you feel nostalgic.

A dream in an echo chamber. The words all sound familiar, but make as much sense as Finnegan's Wake. Introspection points the finger of blame.

Don't blame yourself, but don't blame me, either. The chaotic nature of things, in general, operates off of the entropy of everything. Basically, all of this is nonsense, even when it makes sense.