What is a serious journal (or blog) other than an extended, self-penned obituary? Pages of entries, countless words detailing everything leading up to the final moment when you either run out of time or things to say. Cataloging our obsessions, moods, envies, musings, yearnings and regrets. Viewpoints ranging from unsophisticated to revolutionary, naive to philosophic. Something left behind to let others know – “I was here and this is what I thought.”
However, don’t think I take myself too seriously. No one else has either, so far.