RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER

strange weather

If posts dissipate and/or descend into bizarre confusing strings of prose, I apologize. I don’t believe in ‘blogs’ and still wonder why I have one. This site isn’t about my personal life. That would just be weird.

At the same time, my personal life finds ways to leech into my writing.

As a person who writes, I have a ‘voice.’ It’s that narrator that talks to you while you read this. Hopefully it connects with you and makes you want to know it better. That voice isn’t quite me, but it is a very real version of myself. It has my sense of humor and mode of observation. It’s honest, but guarded. It isn’t me; it’s a consciously constructed reflection. Sometimes - like now - that voice consumes all else, becoming overtly self-absorbed. The more self-centered it becomes, the closer this site approaches a legitimate personal weblog.

At the same time, as the division between objective and subjective begins to dim, details become scarce. I start writing intensely personal things about nothing. Like this. The result is a deeply inspired intellectual experiment. The fact of the inspiration makes this worthy to post for your (the reader’s) objective consumption. By the time you’re done reading it, you’ll have absolutely no idea what you just read, or know anything behind why I wrote it, but hopefully it was interesting.

In closing, here’s a song about waiting that’s been in my head for weeks. That’s all for now.