Inadvertedly, life has faded into the slowest of seasons: light indoors has become dim. There is time to listen to new and meaningful music recordings, which have just been released.

And now there are new shadows in the corners, and in other old spots that we had previously failed to notice.

Hence: the intent to fill in the somber intersections with what it resembles animate existence in the most accurate mode.

Therefore: the need to feed. To nurture.

A requirement to care for just any one living being that allows such a disturbingly selfless act.

In an attempt hopefully useful to continue to build a life that it does, indeed, make a little bit of sense to those involved.