Sometimes it's just easier to empty ones remaining marbles into an ethereal vessel, just because.
Herein lie musings, observations through myopically squinty eyes, some journalling, a souchant of scribbling and generally anything and nothing, who knows one day there may be something meaningful or god forbid insightful.
Had a little stab at this in 2007, but things change, and those things are gone, upward, onward and forward yet of course there will be dalliances of a salicious past, a dribble of reminiscing and a dabble at wistfully wishing still for those old dreams to come true, one day.
Life still surprises the hell out of me, and people for the most part, quite frankly scare me half to death. Too many Zombie movies in my past mayhap.
Still toying with writing something worthy to leave behind, a sort of footprint of an invisible moi, so this could be one long practice run. So I may have to enlist the assistance of some youngster in the future to show me how to get a footprint onto a kindle. I still struggle setting kindling alight.
The occasional scribbling's here are a first step, to dump on the ether a portfolio as it were a collection of silliness, grumpiness, success and failures and possibly a suppository for novel ideas, beginnings and themes which never came to fruition, well not to date.
I know, I know, at my age I should be aware of who, where and what I am, but I don't, I seem to have stumbled off the path, and need to find direction once more, and in the process make a little sense out of the senseless.
