Lunch

It is actually a pretty good day: partly cloudy sky, and the air hints of Spring.

Plato’s damnable Republic sits beside the computer. I find Plato a thoroughly nasty man; and I would rather live in Hell for eternity than his ideal state.

For the past week, I have been thinking about a new way of writing. First, put in all the punctuation marks. Second, fill in the words. What a crazy idea to have nagging my mind.

Time for lunch, two plain donuts, and a big mug of Starbuck’s French Roast coffee.