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i’ve avoided / shied away from this space for jotting notes on process

seems to be thinner bits

spaced

farther

and

farther

apart

fearing the cryptic obscurity of this place resembling a Rorschach blot

fearing…

fearing vulnerability, in a sense.

opening up – to myself and for myself – on a blog, on the internet.

the most public place i’ve know, yet still feeling all my-byself.

sometimes i wonder… “am i alone here… everywhere?”

maybe.

maybe i am all by myself, here

something drew me here this afternoon. an irresistible urge. to see who i am here – leave some evidence of my voice, my standpoint, my perspective on 20220912.

and to continue investigating vulnerability in a space like this, expressed —> like this <—

a little perspective – cause it might not be so clear later on

and, leaving a few words from time to time might help weave things together…

a couple-few, for old time’s sake.