"Fellow cosmic sailors
Years have passed, unkind and too fast. I’d like to call it an all-time low, but that would discredit what has been and what may yet come.
I'm sorry for all the answers I didn't give. I have read all your words and answered them in my head. But my words got stuck.
Again autumn is here. And with it I will try and hinder the passing of the nothing years. Slowly moving into some kind of pre-production phase.