No Direction

I love the idea that when you start saying something, you don’t know where you’re going with it. This is the opposite to speaking in clichés and anecdotes, which are designed to reduce experience to neat little packages. I dream of a discourse to match the wondrous variation of existence … except when I want people to accept some banal truism or listen to one of my interminable stories.

I have always felt torn between opposite points of view. Perhaps it was the experience of hearing my parents argue. Part of me loves the idea that nobody follows this blog because I can say exactly what I want without worrying about what others might think. Part of me hates having nobody to talk to, because talking to yourself is the first sign of madness … hmm, wonder how many more of me are sitting on the fence?