Speaking of portals back in time, I have no idea. But that isn't the point. The point is somewhere... Wait, I already did that one.

I blame all these songs I've been listening to lately which keep repeating the opening line in a manner which makes me not realise that is what is being done until a good minute or so has passed. Sentences run on. On. And on.

And Ariston. DAMN ADVERTISING. It stays around in the cracks forever like glitter. I don't even know who Ariston are, what they make or if they're even still in business anymore.

And again, this is a distraction from what I really want to say. My outlet is usually painting but I can't keep up with the thoughts. Do de do. There is no flow. Snow? Woe. No.