Yes, don’t worry. I’m still very much alive. It isn’t that school has left me with not a single minute to write. It’s just that I’ve been going through a literary crisis, one which has left me artistically paralyzed, and now questioning the nature of my work; hence also (and this might be a stretch) my very being.
Anyway, today, I thought I would do a dodoitsu. It’s a Japanese form of a fixed 26 syllables divided into a 7-7-7-5 unrhymed and non-metrical quatrain often about love or humor. (But really, what is the difference between love and humor these days? You be the judge.)
I met my friend in the room,
And there I asked him to leave;
He stood and asked how he could—
When I would not go.