Sep 23, 2009

Ramblings. From ... god ... 1982. 27 years ago. I would have been 42 when I wrote this in my journal volume of the time. Speaking of loneliness. Yet boosting my ego. A not uncommon theme. By no means. Even to this day. I disguise the loneliness. I talk easier with strangers (fellow waiters at a bus stop, coffee/beer sippers at the table nearby, etc.) but I continue to presenting a somewhat shell of self, not the "me" inside. I don't know how open I will be here. Rambling. My art. But I do it. Need to do it. See what it becomes and where it goes.