I chose the name Phil because I don’t know anybody named ‘Phil’ really. That and it is short and easy to forget. So now I have to get back to writing the other posts for the week before Cory wakes up and takes me from the insanity that is the bane of all writers and artists, that imaginary space where nothing exists but the click of keys, the press of pen, the word and the line . . .

(I now conclude my moment of Conceit.)