Just as I ask myself, “Why am I here” and “What is here.” I ask myself why I bother to write. I write because I am an archivist. I like to archive, to try to preserve this wonderful experience that I’m living. Every experience is infinitely valuable to me and I want to collect and keep them all.
Category: Journal
My life journal.
Journal Entry – Saturday May 11th 2013
It is 6:20am on Saturday. The fog has not lifted for three days and remains especially thick this morning. Perhaps it is revenge for me telling everyone how little fog Linda Mar receives. I just woke up from a very strange dream. I was still living in San Francisco but was single and still…… Continue reading Journal Entry – Saturday May 11th 2013
Saturday Night
The artist was Robben Ford and I have to say I wasn’t blown away at first. However, I’ve been listening to his music today and it is growing on me. I particularly like the piece “On That Morning” and am playing it over and over.
An infrequent entry
It has become a very infrequent occurrence when I actually sit down to write something of substance here in my online journal. I believe this to be unfortunate as thus far I’ve lived a rather exciting life yet often cannot find the time/motivation to set these experiences down so that they may be preserved. Instead,…… Continue reading An infrequent entry
Christmas Eve 2012
It has finally arrived! The moment of Christmas Eve where nothing is stirring, not even a mouse. Everyone is in bed and at this moment, one can finally sit down and write half a paragraph without being interrupted. This is the moment where magic happens. A moment to reflect on the Christmases past and a…… Continue reading Christmas Eve 2012
Antisocial
As you can see I no longer write very much in this journal. In the past I used it as an open diary of my daily discoveries, experiences, thoughts and opinions. While I still like to express myself through writing, I find I must be much more cautious now. The reason is that what one…… Continue reading Antisocial
