You look at the last scatterthought you posted and think, “February 26th? How has it been nine days since I wrote anything? It sure doesn’t feel like it was that long ago.”
Then you remember that February is that odd month without the normal complement of days.
Then you think, “damn, that’s a good use ‘complement’. Nice.”
Then you marvel at the extensive use of quotation marks in this scatterthought.
And you realize that “marvel” isn’t quite the word you’re looking for, though it did give you an excuse to use a few more quotation marks.
Then you wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder, who.
Who wrote the book of love.
And after that, you really don’t feel the need to say anything else.