Sometimes, when the brain does not do its braining, I like to jog. Jogging is pleasant. Jogging is nice. Jogging jogs the mind. Runs the thoughts. I’m just jogging and suddenly I have an idea. Not brilliant. Not developed. Just raw. And that idea is … once again … death … Maybe I should stop thinking. Maybe I should stop jogging. Either way, one has to go if I am to write this goddamn FLUFF ☠️