I resisted. Oh, how I resisted. And now I have succumbed.
I find myself surprised to find so many people I knew already here. A little guilty reading their lives, as if I’m prying. As a diary-writer of years, feeling surprisingly shy myself. A little melancholy at lost loves, lost friends, lost opportunities.
I don’t intend to write a journal here but rather to share poetry and writing, but as I’m so fond of saying at the moment, you never know your luck in a big city. There’s a good chance you’ll end up with thesis angst rants. Also, don’t expect frequent updates.
Let the pixels dance…