Disjointed

So I guess I'm back. Again.

I've been looking at what's here, and it's sort of who I am - a series of a lot of things, but none of anything that makes you remember.

There's travel and traveling, and movement, which I enjoy.

There's photography, which I like.

There's music, which soothes my soul.

There's angst and all else, which me being a very wound up individual has a lot of.

Conventional wisdom says that I should hone the message and keep it to a minimum to get engagement.

But I have not come here for engagement, this has been my comfort spot for a very long time now. And I am still very hurt about having to take down writings here when I burned my bridges more than a decade ago.

I write what I like here, and what tickles my fancy. I mostly am talking to myself as I write, and these, as sick as they may sound, aren't really meant for anyone else.

Well if you're here thank you for reading, and if you got to this part gratitude is in order.

But (again but) this wasn't really meant for someone else, the only thing it was really ever was me speaking into the void