adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Stuff

It's just stuff. No one will
care about it when I'm gone.
Into the trash, to second-hand
stores, to boxes in the attic.

It's just stuff. Into a hole
when I'm gone, forgotten
in an hour or two. Just stuff,
after all, I'm just stuff.

Stephen Brooke ©2011


Stuff and nonsense, undoubtedly.

I joined GoodReads the other day, in part to help promote my own books, in part because I like to read. Unfortunately, it proved to be yet another site that is very difficult to use with my slow connection. There are far too many of those anymore.

Someday, I suppose, there will a high-speed option for me, here in the boonies (other than too-expensive satellite). In the mean time, I do get frustrated!

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