I come here sometimes. To my blog space. I click the link. I log in. I look at the page.
and then a few minutes later when I realize I don't have the inspiration to say anything worthwhile. Then the page is closed and I'm back to mindless myspace or endless pages of eastern European activities, bus routes, accommodations or pages not translated whose contents remain a mystery.
you finish your favorite TV program, you wake up from a nap, you come home from work.
there you stand, fridge door open. No appetite. No food inside worth eating. Everything you see would take too much work to prepare.
that's how my relationship has been with this blog for the last few months. Like that of a person and their refrigerator. I come, I look, I may even have a conversation with someone while I hold the door open. But I never have anything to eat.
well. I'm hoping that the nonsense of useless habit and unrewarding 'dieting' from prose is over.
that's my hope anyways. Consider that my pending adventure into the lost regions of Europe is like those first few meals after you go shopping, where the fridge is brimming with delightful low prep food and the binge eating continues at full strength.
so here's an attempt to jumpstart my return to prose, poetry and the intermediate updates on my soon to be eventful summer.
door shuts. Return to life.
