Counter-reticence

Halloween has come and gone, along with rotting pumpkins, several Presidential debates and my love dressed as a footnote. Finally it's feeling like fall, which means I've cut short my long Monday today and am now writing grey on grey.

Owl of Minerva again. Too slow to delegate.

I don't agree with the truism that one writes less when there are more things happening. It all depends on how one defines the verb "to happen," and of course, "things." Nonetheless the last strange weeks do play a role in my absence here. As with all incredible encounters, it always entails some goodbyes.

Despite its tone (damn it, I want to read again "On a Newly Arisen Apocalyptic Tone in Philosophy"), this is really meant to be a happy post. I'm after all rather overjoyed.

Happiness can be extremely tiring too. No buts.