In the years afterward, I fled whenever somebody began to understand me. That has subsided. But one thing remained: I don’t want anybody to understand me completely. I want to go through life unknown. The blindness of others is my safety and my freedom.
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
I begin writing anew, I can’t get myself to calling it blogging. Blogging is well, harping witty for mass consumption. I’m a bit of an introverted kind of cat, always have been. Really, I don’t write to appease narcissistic tendencies, I’m really quite humble. Though I do love pretending to be this flashy sonofabitch who is pretty cocky, goofy, and highly unpredictable.
That said, it was even more difficult now to even know what I wanted to write about, much less write for. I didn’t want to undertake a typical sweet niche blog where I wrote all of this cutesy crap, or this mind jarring shit that galvanized and seduced at random. I already stated and meant that I’m not trying here. And in not trying, I’m trying really hard Continue Reading »