Holding my Breath
Despite every fibre of my rational being telling me not to write a daily journal on the internet anymore, a part of me still wants to. It really wants to. A lot. — It turns out slowing down the torrent of almost daily verbiage I have polluted the internet with for the last twenty years is far more difficult than I imagined. One week into admiring this shiny new cathedral of words, I’m really missing the bazaar.