Fish Out of the Water

Well, to say the least, to fill a chemistry presentation with every midnight-made segments of animation but not my growing reservoir of chemical data — an action discrediting my usual style — defines the problem with myself throughout the past few months.

MMXVI

This year in all deserves something formally written, of course. I am time’s friend, having just given it a box of arrows as the new year present (maybe when time gets bored, it might shoot the arrows elsewhere, such that we won’t need black holes).