Weekly Regrets and Greetings

And so, having comprehensively numbed the ball — which was now in a knot —, he, that is to say me, left the painful apologetics and blushed out of the room. He, that is to say, he — not me, then broke what may have inhabited here, had it not first repelled itself (himself) carefully across the grass. But, and with all common curtesy firmly rooted 'neath my breast, things, as they seemed at the time, unwind and, in some instances, lose all their fog. In that instance — as in the one I just mentioned — the world, as a collective face, turns and decides unfairly with the aid of ignorant retrospect: we should all hold hands and roll across the mountains.