Top o’ the thirdly, dearie, hope all is well in world world. Hope you don’t think it forward of me to address you personally like this when we haven’t even been introduced. Oh, I have bumped myself against various teensy parts of you down through the years, but doubt you even noticed. I may be kinda chubby, but compared to you I am sveltedom itself. Don’t think it’s possible to get more fat than a sphere. How could you even tell if a sphere was fat?

Glad you ain’t a cube, though. That would sure make for some quickie sunsets.

Suppose I should have a topic today, since I understand that is considered good form in blogging. I could complain. Is complaining a topic? Everything sucks. How’s that? Good complaining, but a big fat lie, alas.

Don’t mind lies so much, myself, at least as much as some people I’ve known (mostly the people I’ve lied to, coincidentally). I have such a hard time knowing the truth that sometimes truth strikes me as lies. Writing gives one a chance to mix up the two into a big truth-lie salad. I will generally favor a well-formed sentence or stylish phrase over something someone told me is the truth.

Is that bad?

Some people enjoy truth more than others, it seems.

To me, art trumps reality every time. Beauty is much closer to my heart than truth is, because truth depends on who you’re talking to. Beauty is absolute.

Your minute new buddy,

LWIII