Myself, my behavior, my bullshit: a wellspring of material always at ready for stark, honest exploration, narratives and tales and vignettes, fiction and non-, in which I am the deeply flawed protagonist – and antagonist – of the novel that is life: this is who I am (or think I am, in this present moment), this is what I am doing, and this is what I know (or think I know, and oh, how wrong I was).
Hence why I write about the internet with such frequency, about connectivity and communication: I use it and my relationship with it as a lens through which to explore my own behaviors, my own habits, the weights and counterweights that constitute balance – input and output, talk and silence: What actions do I take to allow these connections and routines and rituals become sacrosanct – no matter how deleterious they might prove? How do they evolve? And how do they, for better or for worse, define me – and how (why) do I let them?
Published on June 01, 2019 03:29