Saturday, June 7, 2008

After I checked the mailbox for the fifteenth time, I attempted to despair. While I did feel a twinge of longing for some sort of human contact, any sort at all, I needed to resort to Thomas Merton to advance my near-constant state of ennui to a level where I felt actual sadness. This, too, shall not last as eventually my media player will either run out of batteries or Thomas Merton, at which point I shall merely regress to a state where I simply am, emotionless.

5 comments:

Anne said...

you can't find blog replies in your strange wooden mailbox, silly! you have to look in the internet! that lives on your computing device.

Jamaal said...

I see. Should I also place the mailbox outside the door?

Benjamin said...

It's Thomas Merton. Not Morton. He was a Catholic monk and writer.

Jamaal said...

I've been misreading it for years.

insipidgarbage said...

Well, as that guy who is on that popular show that all the kids are watching said, "Something pertinent."