irony - the ability to live publicly requires a hermit's life.

cheers. sing again.

people exist after deletion. they do. initially i had symptoms very similar to the realization of losing a wallet with everything in it - including your babies first curl tucked in between some photos. as always though, life beckons and in florida the sun is too bright to dismiss. one day i'll write a book,"the things we do for family and vetting". obviously, it will be published after my death - or with powerball winnings. clearly the cash should cover the consequences.

ink nor pixels will whisper words,
nothing needs to be read or heard.

paul was right; jenny wren will sing again…someday.

On a side note: when I finished my MA program I did not go to a warm place, but rather had to move out of my apartment before the land lords kicked me out. Hopefully you won't have to deal with the same scenario.