Weirdness

[rejectomorph]

Over the last few weeks, I've written several things which I intended to post, then, on reading them, decided that I'd better not. I'm finding it difficult to focus, and to get the words in the right place. I'm uncertain if it is the result of the heat, or the disruptions I've been enduring, but something isn't right. There's weirdness in the air. I can smell it, along with the stench arising from my failed bits of prose. I'm hoping a great wind will soon blow.