I don’t normally consider what I write here to be much of anything. There have been exceptional moments, of course, but those occur when something I write resonates with another human being. That’s what keeps me going on and on in this manner. That’s what keeps me writing, period.
My Moleskine notebooks get all of my down-and-dirty diary details. Over the past six years, this place has become a halfway house for sentiment, not scathing enough to be a tell-all memoir, not innocuous enough to be a ballad. In a hundred different ways, I could improve this site and what I post to it, but that’s focusing on what it could be, not what it is: my quiet paean to connection in this brave new world.
Thank you for reading. You don’t have to, but you do, and that makes me indescribably happy.