Thursday, April 23, 2009
The other day I woke up and realized I have a whole life that is my own. More loves and lovers than any one person could imagine satisfying, more games and fantasies than one person should ever admit to or play and act out, more curiosity than a dead cat. All of it is sharing space with a lifelong album of experiences, some prurient some not, maybe, 70/30, and 22/7.
Mostly an effort in discipline, the fact is there may be no more than this post. The blog may fade from memory for want of inspiration. Betwixxed, it will eject the things that catch my morbid fancy; or, that I can catch and pin-down into legible type. Maybe it will prove useful to me.