so much has happened as i struggled to negotiate the terms of a voyeuristic internet (blog) culture.
missed connections, school, still continuing cycle of awakening and fall, more missed connections.
and even if i believe no one will read these words, why do i project them into the void that is also public space? it may get lost in the swarm of our now inexhaustible data, but i may be hoping that someone, anyone will reach out and catch it in the midst of its fall.
i have to call myself a writer, and so i will write. that will be my excuse for what is otherwise another act of self-indulgence.
speaking of self-indulgence, i just finished a book called "bluets" by maggie nelson. that is self-indulgence done right.
now a quote by marguerite duras:
'alcohol doesn't console. all it replaces is the lack of god.'
is this supposed to justify my own problem?
quite the contrary.
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