lunes, octubre 23, 2006

Poppies... Poppies will make them sleep

I AM SORRY. Writing for fun isn't so fun anymore when you have to write for a living, especially since I now have to write inane online commentary for my newspaper.

WHEREAS, Robotic Tronic, though not dead yet, is entering a phase of hibernation.

WHEREAS, I have recently undertaken other activities, most importantly applying for a Fulbright to travel to Mozambique, that if realized will almost certainly be a catalyst to returning to Robotic Tronic. On a grimmer note, I am also applying to law school.

WHEREAS, the onset of prolonged cyber-sleepiness, while mostly due to the fact that I have no internet connection at home, is also related to bleak thoughts I have had lately about writing, namely that nobody reads anymore. This may have something to do with the plasticity of my immediate environment, but I do feel that I have dedicated myself to irrelevancy. I am not giving up, but something has withered.

WHEREAS, even with these dark thoughts, I persist. This and this forced me to admit that writing a play about murderous elephants and majoring in something silly in college were more prescient than I could have realized.

Nonetheless, a season of change has enveloped this robot.

THEREFORE, check back here in July 2007, when these wrinkles have smoothed themselves out.