100 Words - Forget It

Not far from here there is another place that looks nothing like this place. It's amazing how often that happens. Sorry, I'm trying too hard to be clever. I've worn out my organic thoughts so I'm trying to invent an engaging world out of thin air. It's not working. Now I've fallen into the trap of writing about not being able to write. This crap is so trite they could publish it in The New Yorker. Oh God, such shame. Promise me you won't tell anyone I wrote this. Just move on, nothing to see here. Forgive me. Forget it.