Having tired of waxing sorrowful (and non-eloquent) on the subject of breakups - though that subject and the accompanying emotional napalm are an ongoing project with me - I am returning to the Crypt with questions rather than enlightening bits of verbal delight.

What shall I write about now in my beloved but long-neglected Crypt?

What now is my direction in this, my eight hundred and ninety-seventh year? (Or thereabouts. Immortality does become tiresome to track.)