Saturday, January 17, 2004
Re-minisce.
Reading DW's little short story, I can't help but feel the slightest touch of envy at a masterpiece in progress. I'm almost tempted to pick up that cyberquill, smear some cyberink across my forehead and pen my own Masterwork of a lifetime. Except knowing me it'll just end up another sad, tired little piece of Paddington.
Reading DW's little short story, I can't help but feel the slightest touch of envy at a masterpiece in progress. I'm almost tempted to pick up that cyberquill, smear some cyberink across my forehead and pen my own Masterwork of a lifetime. Except knowing me it'll just end up another sad, tired little piece of Paddington.
