new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Vassilis, I fear it may be overgenerous to attribute even such frail sign of life -- hope, where there is allegedly life -- to the mass of everybodies. My sense currently would be that were words to magically again begin to have actual meanings, nobody would want to use them, unless there were a specific per-use personal profit built into the arrangement. And of course numbers work so much better for that. Beautiful.
Did you say "numbers" built into the arrangement?