Sunday, May 15, 2005


It's almost time for my once-a-month posting, but I thought I'd throw caution to the wind and pipe up a little early. But what am I piping up about, I ask myself as I type with no plan or intent to elucidate things literary here today. The current situation precludes that: reading and writing are pretty much antithetical to the Zeitgeist of the moment. I blame my work, which has traditionally had this mind-numbing effect on my being. I tried to escape once, but got sucked back into the vortex through no one else's fault but my own. I am accustomed to a certain lifestyle that is maintained by a certain income, and that is my downfall. At the same time, there is nothing I would rather do with my life than write. For the time being, it is an unrealized dream. And so it shall remain, as I officially write the last post of this blog, just as firmly ambivalent as I was when I started a year or so ago, irreconcilability intact.



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