there_are_no_words raze some days there's nothing there it's not that the well is dry more like the sun has burned a hole through the bottom of the bucket and all that was meant to fill it was there for a moment but has trickled away before it could be of any use you observe your haul which is nothing at all and stare through the hole wondering how best to fill it straw won't do the job but straw is all you have an embarrassment of useless stalks maybe come morning the wound in the wood will have somehow under cover of night mended itself it's happened before it may happen again for now there's nothing there and no way to draw near what can't be held no matter how proximal 130429 what's it to you? who go blather from