Many things in life, myself included, are only half-formed. At the moment I have a decent handful of ideas brimming around the congestion that is my head. On the one hand I'd like to share them with you. But I'm not going to. Some of them might have made you laugh, some of them would have tried to get you thinking about something you may not otherwise, and any one of them would have filled up some space today. But I'm not going to write on any of them tonight.

Part of it is a certain amount of laziness. I only have an hour or so before I have to be at work and sometimes it takes a long time to figure out just the right way to phrase things to get the idea across. But I think, or at least I'll choose to pretend, that this reluctance is because of the nature of ideas themselves. Concepts lack form. They're fluid. While an idea is still in your mind they can move and grow and change. Tonight I feel like letting them. Putting words to concepts seems like ripping it out of the ether, shackling it and nailing it to a board.

Not that I have anything against shackles.