It's the second day of December. All you hear is the ruffling plastic bags and containers being opened to get the holiday decorations out. The apartment is just along the road and so at intervals you hear honking cars, noises of the traveling jeepneys and the low rumbling of buses passing by. There are also the people. There's...

A mind in great disarray. That simply makes everything seem to relate to everything else. There's the jumble of content stored pell-mell in the a place in the cloud that I would like to keep in order. First, I would need to get all the non-beneficial, less significant content out of my current listing. With each "return to...