i find a hypnotic peacefulness in the blinking of a cursor.
which, i believe, is why my mind draws a blank when it comes time to put something down in the old text processor.
and so much can be said about formatting when it's hypnotic and graciously absent of graphics |
but even now, i resumed writing this (from the above)
because i’m in awe of the fact that we, contemporary people, settle in to no permanent home online. but instead choose to scatter versions of ourselves around indiscriminately.
business here, sexy there, raving lunatic there, etc.
and the vision is that of each of us being a sower–scattering the seeds of our identities about so that no cohesive person can emerge.