I've always been someone who doesn't like to think about the process, mostly the end point. Order dinner with dessert in mind, stuff the practicing I want to play the piano perfectly NOW.
In my mind I have had the concept of a blog bouncing around for some time, without a clear objective for content, predominantly as a cathartic process for myself. If people read it so be it. This title was kind of haunting me, although it means nothing to the outside world.
sentenceorigami is something I once used to describe my mode of speech - it folds in on itself with such complexity as to be unrecognisable to any but the folder, and in the hands of the unskilled (which I am) will remain forever indecipherable.
Those who know me well, hopefully understand what I'm talking about (rarely), when I spend most of the conversation in my own head and only blurt out the punchline. Let us hope my writing is slightly less... incomprehensible (and how many 6-syllable synonyms for lack of understanding can I hit before the end of this post?? Last bets please.)
I kind of wanted this to be anonymous, because I thought it would allow me to be more honest. Then, I thought - that is cowardice. You want to say something enough to broadcast it then just fucking say it. So I will.
Reader, if you ever exist - I hope this does something for you other than bring you out in hives from annoyance. And illegibility. BAM
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