The Blog and I
We are migrating. Very soon.
It was nice to meet you
There’s so much clutter on the webspace but it feels like that all there ever is, is small talk.
I do not do small talk. I do not accumulate names in a list. I most definitely do not want such clutter.
Deflecting
Life was uncomplicated when I started blogging.
And here I am, as of 24th December 2008, writing sentimental prosaic garbage about friends, best friends, ex-best friends, boyfriends, morons I met on the train, and who-the-fuck not.
I have a talent with words, and I have been wasting it on all of them fuckers who have earned my spite, and consequently found a mention here as well. What a waste.
Four years later, I realize that this greatly disturbs me.
Blundering, beautifully
I’ve got words and a lot of patience.
A dream which makes me run against the wind. And spin.
Spin. Spin. Spin. And Spin.
Spin until blue becomes black and black merges into grey.
The grey of human sadness, that which we wept for. The grey of the earthen stove, on which was baked coarse bread. The grey of nothingness, about which often we contemplate.
This is me today. Thought I’d say hello again.