“Green waves swept in from the mountains, slouching over us. And we were surfers of time, passing through its static surge lining the road.”
I went on a trip to get away, due to the depressive episode of my bipolar and the nearing deadline for my manuscript. I’m still not yet over it and can’t really produce anything for the blog right now. Not even a vaguely coherent short story.
I just wanted to tell you this; I’m fine. I’ll be back.