i’ve been quietly thinking about making it all private again for some time. i am not one to care for an audience of sorts as it begins to influence what i write and when i write. it’s important to make it irrelvant and unavailable at times to ensure that it is meaningless. if it was entirely a photography blog than i could care less but there is enough in these words to prosecute me for another life time of meaningless drivel.
i am deeply inspired to write something meaningful. i saw the movie ‘the hours’ tonight and i was touch by the sheer beauty of poety of simple words. it’s repetition, it”s power to invoke. i wish i had a more lucid command of the language struture as sometimes i fanastize about being a writer of ill reput of sorts. thankfully, my life is a boring drudery in a passionless routine. certainly, there are people that would envy a life of phtography and self direction but sometimes those pillars mean less to me than the legs of of my dotcom inspired victorian bed.
it seems befitting that the level of disgust is proportationate to a level of sucess in the material realm. i keep telling myself that the best time of the start up is alsmot over to a certain extent and the next stage of growth will yeild vast richness in the material dogma.