So far I have four or five blogs (see links below), all equally neglected at this point. Been trying to break up my personas, make them digestible, bitesized. But things keep happening, and I’m unable to choose under which rubric experiences or thoughts belong. And then I find myself editing and honing the thoughts and experiences, the found pictures, the videos, the snippets of things out of existence.
This will be a NOUGHTIES ’00s-style blog / facebook stand-in where I just talk about ... everything. A big stinkin' pile. ‘Cause it’s ME. Does this make me a blogger, she asks without a question mark or a smiley face.
The title of this blog comes from Samuel Beckett’s "Molloy":
Oh I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are, you do not get done either, I know, I know. But it’s a change of muck. And if all muck is the same muck that doesn’t matter, it’s good to have a change of muck, to move from one heap to another a little further on, from time to time, fluttering you might say, like a butterfly, as if you were ephemeral.My fractured online self: