... I seem to have a pattern of about a-post-a-year quite often.
I think my (non-bloggerish) writing seems to be taking a turn into the lovely alleyways of poetry. When I recall how much I used to be impatient with most poetry, it's quite surprising.
And while my blog usually maintains its state of consistent nirvana, I am changing. My early blog posts have always embarrassed me, but I've always let them remain to be a marker to myself, to show me how far I've come since then. And how little I've travelled yet. Perhaps someday, when I need markers no more, they shall take a one-way trip into a virtual dustbin.
So, till whenever the next blog happens to drop into my mind, ready to be moulded for public viewing - taken out of its context, Tolkien says:
"Not all those who wander are lost."
From here.
I think my (non-bloggerish) writing seems to be taking a turn into the lovely alleyways of poetry. When I recall how much I used to be impatient with most poetry, it's quite surprising.
And while my blog usually maintains its state of consistent nirvana, I am changing. My early blog posts have always embarrassed me, but I've always let them remain to be a marker to myself, to show me how far I've come since then. And how little I've travelled yet. Perhaps someday, when I need markers no more, they shall take a one-way trip into a virtual dustbin.
So, till whenever the next blog happens to drop into my mind, ready to be moulded for public viewing - taken out of its context, Tolkien says:
"Not all those who wander are lost."
From here.
