Thursday, May 3, 2012
I Was Here
Bad for blogging, for sure. Bad for me?
Now that I've crawled out the other end, and for the next two weeks can cobble together some semblance of my weekly routine ( Thursdays: adminstrivia; Saturdays; aerobics Wednesdays: booze!), plus a few glamorous extras, like getting my teeth cleaned, I have space, once more, to turn around. To look back. To ask -the impetus every time I blog- what happened here?
I believe in reflection. More precisely, I believe in refraction: what is the point of the white, unfiltered blaze of life if not to direct it, to force it, prism-like, to show its colors.
And yet, with space comes second-guessing. You worry old wounds; you covet alternate lives; you bemoan the state of humankind -in short, you engage in all the bookish, first-world endeavors that make the literary subset of the population so god damed miserable.
As opposed to running full-tilt, unthinking, here.