In a yellow wood

Look, guys, after some 1400 of the buggers I’m all haiku’d out. Anyway, whatever tiny audience there was for anonymous haiku has evaporated faster than the morning fog is dissipating outside my window. Few readers, few followers, and close to zero comments.

So, have to find some new form of expression to amuse myself, my cancer, my anxiety shroud, and the occasional visitor from the outside world who stumbles across this anonymous and self-effacing blog. Watch this space.

Well, you know, if you can be bothered.