My desk has become a landscape of forgotten thoughts and spilled ink. Is it a lack of order, or simply that the mind wanders more freely when the parchment is cluttered? I find myself searching for a specific treatise on the Old Art, but perhaps some things are better left unread until the stars align... or until someone clever enough actually asks the right question. Does anyone else feel as though they are merely tidying up the wreckage of a storm that hasn't even arrived yet?
