The longer I leave this the more obscure it becomes. I get a kick from sorting through the old entries and seeing what I was thinking three years ago, looking and seeing that I cared enoughto put my thoughts up on my blog. "Nothing unusual here," said one review. Fuck that, being reviewed.
I feel myself teeter, almost topple and then suddenly recover with some sort of equalirbrium that might be called "balance" or "wisdom" or even "endurance." I have belief in some central idea, but I have trouble articulating it beyond the ways I set when I was 20 and knew everything. Dispair is