He saw in her flushed cheeks the birth of a new world; he fell through the warmth of her vista-like visage, entered into the tinted, golden-pink skies of an opened window—the world’s colors were finally bequeathed to him, in all their radiance. It was as if a pensive disposition had dispossessed him, depriving him of all life’s luster—only to be dispelled, now, by her soft glow.
A Cosmological Question: To Blog, Or Not To Blog?
A hipster Hamlet – replete with handlebar mustache, oxfords, and a plaid button-down – sits down and stares at the white laptop screen, using internet he paid for with a scone, and asks himself the final existential question: "to blog, or not to blog?"