So why do i have passwords again? If someone wanted to steal all my money and my identity all they would have to do is steal my bulletin board. So instead of trying to hide who i am i have decided to put myself on this public, yet often rather private display. Most likely only stalkers will read this. Albeit the fact that this slightly bothers me, i enjoy some sort of self-published bliss that comes with having somewhere to post, something to write for.
Perhaps this will serve as a bitter soliloquy for my own thoughts. Or perhaps it will become a means where i may sit, perfectly euphoric, in the miraculous presence of Art. Either way it is a balm, a hobby, an adventure and an occupation for my mind.
Despite my love of the world, Art itself makes me distant. For i am left to ponder the lost things, comment about general indie trends, or just sit and watch the dust settle. This blog will reflect that. It will be the mood of the artist, it will incorporate reality and fiction, truth and lie, first person and third person. Be not confused. I long for the purity, please respect, but i am satisfied that mystery is the only path.
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