“I have been confined in the bark of a tree. I have journeyed as an eagle. I have been a boat on the sea. I have been the seventh letter in an alphabet. I have been enchanted for a year in the foam of water. There is nothing that I have not been.”
Well, that’s the quotation I put next to my picture on the old Blogger site, and I guess it’s still as true now as it was then…I remain a work in progress. Two years of blogging my old Essays/Articles file has finally, I think, emptied the thing out, which is good because I can never agree with myself for long in an essay or an article, I always end by accusing myself of over-generalization. Now that most of it’s down, it’s a pleasure to notice odd patterns to the way I think in the super-text of it all, little obsessions that last a month or a year, coherence where none was intended…I just about can’t remember why I started blogging at all, but I don’t think that reason matters so much anymore. Basically, I like it. I’m beginning to think everyone should do it.
That’s all for now. Thanks for reading.