On days like this,

I write a love poem to the gloom, Asking it keep from my room.

Hollatchya.

I am back.

I was speaking with a friend about food and mentioned that food doesn't particularly interest me (a sin to mankind apparently.) She asked me,

"if food doesn't drive you, what does?"

This was a swell question and after pondering it, I replied,

"the Pursuit of Beautiful Things."

This is the chronicle.