Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Listen now, gentle suffering soul, listen to me carefully. At risk of offending, you leave me little choice but to instruct you in the niceties of sufferance convention. I lay no claim to wisdom; I may perhaps have experience where you have not. Certainly my years exceed yours, for what that may signify: little or perhaps much.
You may feel it personally needful to mournfully, remorselessly regale others with your sadly wistful countenance as a bid for soothing compassion. If so, leave it at that. Do not, my friend, continue to complacently burden us with both it and the tenderly related minutiae of your miserable existence.
For here, my erstwhile friend, is a truth: we all have our own sad and weary burdens in life. We, all of us, suffer in our own way for our very own singular and painful reasons. Kindly, therefore do not continue to prevail upon others to pity you. Friend, do not take a casual concerned query as license to lacerate the hapless listener with your all-subsuming tales of woe.
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