Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
- Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
I don't know how to do this thing- blogging. I did it once or three times on a livejournal account when I was 14 or so but I really only used it as a platform to flirt with a boy who lived out of town so I don't think that counts since the content was so heavily curated towards a specific end. I keep a journal, but I don't censor myself at all in there and it's much more of a creating a tangible space for my intangible thoughts sorta thing whereas I think that this is meant to be more of a sharing personal experiences/lessons/thoughts/happenings/doings in order to achieve a connection with a (slightly) wider readership sorta thing. But it might also just be that terribly narcissistic use of social media as a mirror sorta thing where other people's imagined perceptions of your personality reflect you back to yourself? So I'm sorry if that ends up being the case, but if you think that you yourself will somehow benefit from reading about me, I am eternally grateful that you exist.
Thumbnail Image: Painter's Table, 1973 - Philip Guston