Still here

So yes, I've been too busy to update this blog.
But as always, I've more excuses as I defend myself.

It's one thing to fill up white paper. When the paper becomes coloured, the pressures of creativity and relevance are that much stronger.

Plus now I hold too many crayons, so much to write about, I don't know which ones to start with, which stories to tell....

Snap

I was living dangerously, hanging by a single thread of reason.
Of course it snapped.
I landed on my feet but, to stand and stare at frayed edges.

When the star doesn't Have to go out

"Oh, no, he'll come back. We all come back. These private little revolutions always die. The compromise is always made...every man does have a star. The star of one's honesty. And you spend your life groping for it, but once it's out it never lights again. I don't think he went very far. He probably just wanted to be alone to watch his star go out..."
-All My Sons, Arthur Miller

Scary thoughts. Harsh. Pessimistic. Fatalist. So condescending. It doesn't even pretend to be regretful while Being Realistic.

Yuk.

Excuse me while I hang on to a bit of idealism.