why, soma?

why this? though the communions between blogs and myself have so often been torrid (no, i do mean tumultuous), the efficiency of this medium overflows my concerns and lack in determination. here, those that read these words shall find that i am fine and oh so fine in saint petersburg over the summer months. that is june and july. are there not other means? there are, but i am loathe to everything but speech, and even that is loathe to me.

every careful act of communication should be considered conversation, aided by the imagination, else the depth and ethical demand upon the reader will not be whole. this is a meeting between you and i, but in lieu of coffee and a table, we share a sallow phosphorescence.

is this the lambent soma? the body behind the glow? yes and there is more. but that may become clear anon. until then, welcome.