Just Only -

Well, kinda felt pity for my poor old blog, so came back to write something in it. I just love this: "Frolicking with the nymphs of death." Called me narcissustic or whatever you may prefer. The image of having fun with the icons of death is a rather twisted one, and nymphs, with all their puerile innocence, connote a somewhat hidden form of sensuality or even eroticism. This image is even perverse if you think of it.

Anyway, the title is absolutely irrelevant. I wrote here for the sake of doing so. Maybe I'll embark on a short story. Maybe.