Narcissus

I have decided that I should become less self-obsessed in my writing.
Having said this, it's hard when I have no purpose and the world is an enormous filthy pit shouting my name and asking nicely when I could next come over for tea because its feet are getting cold and it needs more bone marrow to throw on the fire.
So, as you can see, solipsism is swallowing my head. I'll get out of it.