I am starting over.
I am not sure how to exactly say what I mean to say when I know that this will be read by a few people. I strongly dislike a lot of things about the internet and the blogging community (as peachy keen as it may be for those who are charming enough). I started this, whatever it was or is or will be (que sera, sera), to share whatever I liked with what I expected to be very few. Like my late grandmother, I have it in my blood to disappear into the hush of night by train. Despite my many qualms and silent complaints with the internet, I have met several kindred spirits through this strange shadowy land and travelled into worlds far different from my own through such brief encounters composed of pixelated space and time. As silly as it sounds, when I share things online, I want my heart to be in the right place. Which isn't to say that it hasn't been there, pumping brightly behind every list which seems to recycle my favorite things. However sincere I may have been, I began to feel dissatisfied- which spells trouble for any perfectionist. I am quite happy with my decision to begin again; to share small tales and lists with willing listeners, moments I see and capture, things (likely words and images) I simply refuse to forget.
Perhaps I should just get a tumblr.
True as can be,