A Bad Joke for Troubled Times.

I’ve mentioned before that I have an aversion to most expressions of corporeality. My latest epiphany on the issue was brought to me by an elderly cat, and a blog post of uncommon insight loomed. But then I gave up the idea because I couldn’t be bothered. It seems the body was willing but the spirit was weak.

Maybe I’ll make it if and when I may be assured that my own body is not to undergo invasion or join the ranks of the choir invisible. Such layers of irony are the last refuge to which an inveterate observer clings.