Crumbling paper

Honey its called a writer's block and its not fantasy fiction.

I am currently under repair and on the road to recovery.

Eat well.

Sleep well.

Be well.

& Don't let the heat get to you.

The color of memory - Geoff Dyer

What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you in your loneliest loneliness and say to you : 'This life as you live now, live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and every sigh and everything unutterable small or great in your life will have to return to you all in the same succession and sequence - even this spider and moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again and you with it, speck of dust!'

Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him,
'You are a God and never have I heard anything more divine!'