Resigned May 7, 2014 by biochicklet Leave a comment No call I want to make, nor book that I can concentrate on. Nothing looks good to eat, and the wind keeps howling in a threatening way. Blue days are dangerously frequent since you disappeared and no one understands. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: biochicklet Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.