Hiatus

People have been asking. I, however, have not been answering properly. The solution: more text. The solution (possibility 1, sub-A): a brain tumor the size of a croquet ball painted blue and red stripes. [This is an inconvenience at best]. The solution (possibility 1, sub-B): Too much caffeine. This is the simplest, and therefore likeliest solution in this possibility sub-category. Do not disregard it too lightly. The solution (possibility 2): dearth of possibility [Nota Bene: this has only been studied at the extremely momentous, see Hawking et al. DE TEMPUM-SPATIUM.] The solution (possibility 3, sub-A): masturbation. I am unwilling to completely disregard this possible solution, although it is against my best fortune. On a scale from one to ten I would rank this possible solution. [The above sentence acts the same way as a major scale left unresolved at the seventh step.] The solution (possibility 3, sub-B): kites. This is chronically evident. (Hawking et al.) The solution (possibility 3, sub-C (possibly possibility 4)): a complex series of possibilities stretched across a loom where no one’s grandmother sits and weaves knickknacks out of wool. Also, ‘loom’ appears to rhyme with ‘room,’ although rhyme rarely ever appears in the non-metaphorical sense.