Portrait of My Hat Without My Head

drafty. A long ago fallen comment at work about blogs, a social suchery. At the time. “No? You of all people.” The thought of starting, a wall of hesitation. A wall of cross streaming considerable, leaks of existential relevance, burbled wondering about conception and realizing plan, not yet thought.

[more] or {less}

Impulsive postings, mostly photographic.

And now? What of the now. The distances between then perspective and now perspective. Chasm or nearly utter adjacency? Or am I ungone concern?

One wonders.

[to scribble into deletion…]