Hail!
It has been a while since I knew how to type. I realised last night that it had been over two weeks since I had seen letters. They were written in blood on the walls of my last flat. I think I wrote them but I cannot be sure.
Since that time many years ago when the wolves howled and the moon gave birth to its most ill-favoured son I have striven to understand as much as I could about the universe and the many elves which support it on their shoulders. Of the elves, I know everything. Of the universe, nothing. Such is life!
So back again I am and dressed in new-garblage with which to spew blasphemy into your sweating inbox. Perhaps I will retain command of words for a longer spell this time. Or perhaps Zeus will cover me in a hessian sack and beat me insensible with a hockey stick.
Hektor, you piano player, I have been following you.