I saw a photo with this caption (or is it a title?) today and it caught my eye. It wasn't the best photo I have seen. Nor the most interesting or extraordinary. It wasn't bad. I'll certainly give it that. Maybe even artistic, although I say all this not looking at it any longer, so perhaps I am completely wrong in my assessment thereof. But nothing special, nothing that would have attracted my attention if it wasn't for the words.
Some words just seem to catch my attention, I guess. Anything related to death, certainly. I don't know why I have this morbid fascination or where it came from or why I still think about things like this, but it's there, regardless. And, to be fair, I find it fascinating. I've always liked the darker things, the secret, hidden ones. Especially the ones you're really not supposed to talk about or consider liking or even come close to thinking about. Those are the most fascinating of all.
I lost track of my thoughts again. I should stop doing that in the middle of posts. I don't have much more to say. I have too much to do and not nearly enough time. Being sick has really made productivity more difficult. I hope I catch up soon and get back to blogging decently well on a semi-regular basis.
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