So many words, so little to say. This is so close to something I'd love but it fails so badly. It seems like stream of consciousness lose associating of ideas, biography and factoids to sound smart and deep and artful, but beyond some biographical things it's just deepities ("A deepity is a proposition that seems to be profound because it is actually logically ill-formed. It has (at least) two readings and balances precariously between them. On one reading it is true but trivial.")
Also a week attempt at synesthesia which ends up with different meanings of "blue" being a leitmotiv between the essays.