The Lost Art

I've been doing a lot of writing this past two weeks. As in, spiral notebook, pen in hand, analog journaling type of writing, much like I did back in high school. It's a bit more portable than hauling around a desktop or laptop in my opinion.

There are certain writing muscles in my arm that are putting the hate out on me right now. They were good and happy and content with being forgotten in the world of keyboards. Now I'm bringing them back to life and they are screaming like Frankenstein's monster.

Incidentally, the possessive form of Frankenstein was not previously programmed into my Firefox dictionary. This makes me sad as the original monster never had a name, just "the monster."

Departures and Arrivals

from Inception:

I'll tell you a riddle. You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?

( My Answer )