Two years after my last post and here I am again, going back to this blog.
I've been trying to soak everything in these past 2 years - books, songs, experiences, faces, thoughts, clouds, horizons, traffic, food. But maybe for lack of access to the right stuff I seem to continue to be hungry for something.
Something to read actually.
God I miss those days. Those days when online blogs were the thing; before FB and all these shitty social apps were born. Most of my friends had their own blog and it was kind of fun to spend a night backreading posts/thoughts/poems of a friend, or even someone I barely knew.
Now it's all about where to eat where to go what to do who to vote what to buy.
Or maaaybe I'm just hungry for words.
Nowadays, it's a photo of someone's kid dancing.
But how I wish in another time and place, instead of a photograph, it's a whole paragraph or two about how one's kid danced, how clumsily she swayed, trying hard to keep up with the beat but nevertheless enjoying every step she's making. How the afternoon sun makes the child's sweaty forehead shine.
Something like that.
Hrrrrrrrr.rrrrrrrrrr
Consider this 65th post my way of stretching my jaw, vocalizing and grinding my teeth. I've got to warm my mental self up, I have a lot of stories to tell to my future self.
