An in that chaos of ends, a begin, began a new beginning, an the story took the whole first half to get to the second. an the middle remained so far between the start an the cease, so much so that it felt to return to the familiar narrative, might require the entire close of the tale leaving off the stories conclude completely. As twere a God pressed pause button, announcing an intermission, politely informing the audience, revolution to be available in the lobby. an yet the lobby was too much digress an too far from those not already seated during the viewing. and the pilot was never picked up. an the writer turned to wandering the halls of has-been never actually recovering the lost humor.
the chagrin.
© Stuttering Mime