After a long and healthy deliberation, I have decided to turn off all commenting ability of this site.
I have received comments from a couple of very friendly people, but I decided that I just don’t really need this option.
I don’t really pull that kind of social traffic in any case and I’ve done it on purpose.
Besides, this site is my diary. It’s bad enough that I’m writing to myself!
I do hope to post more frequently in the future, but I’ve been going through a “can’t be arsed” period. I’m gearing up to a burst of positivity, but it takes a while to warm up.
“Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.” – Mark Twain
I have found that, because of my note-taking, my handwriting is slowly starting to improve. It used to be a non-rushed, relaxed, copperplate style; somewhere, somehow, it transformed into a hurried scrawl that wouldn’t look out of place on a prescription.
They sat that time heals all wounds;
“Time didn’t heal, but it anaesthetised. The human mind could only feel so much.” – P.D. James (from Innocent Blood)
ttfn,
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LibriVox volunteers bring you 15 recordings of The Traveller-heart by Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931). This was the weekly poetry project for February 22nd, 2009.
