October 20, 2004

living in blogs...

is like...

there is something about it. but i can't put a name on it.
sometimes it feels like the screen is literally shaking with life. and i do not like that feeling. sometimes it feels like the whole posting-cycle eats me up.
from the inside.
but i still post about things and people.
i still post about me.

fellow-bloggers write about love, death, anger... oftentimes they write about blankness. they pit themselves into a sort of blank room suspended in clouds of curses, jubilance, prayers, prayers, anger... it's that feeling of momentarily stopping everything else from moving after being pitted into the clouds. it is a sort of sanctuary.
sometimes i lock myself in that room, too.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

clone me please.
from your DNA, that is.