Originally Posted Friday, February 15, 2013
It has been, what. . . a month?. . . since I've taken a picture. I have plans to start new things, but that doesn't happen. I get tired. There is something I need to do. The days slip by into darkness. I must employ some young photographer to make pictures for me. That could be fun. You would marvel at my new style. "Impressive," you would say. "I liked the others, but these are so good. Much better, truly. You have evolved. Keep it up."
Perhaps I can get the Great Poet down the street to write my blog, too. Or maybe I should just paraphrase plagiarize some of his work.
I have been at the plant all week. Nothing of interest has happened to me. I have nothing to report. I guess the good news is that even Valentine's Day cannot depress me any longer. To my unhappy surprised, there are even greater horrors than not being loved.
But I think my photographs have been saying that for me. The words are redundant.
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