I was lost in a link to link to link explore of the internet. Maria was sleeping in my arms, which is my justification for sitting on my asset for an hour and forty-five minutes. There are a lot of blogs out there. "A lot" being some huge, incomprehensible number. Interesting: When you find an artsy blog and then visit their links, you are very likely to find many other 'artsy' blogs. Most of them are kept by pretty women about thirty years old, educated, just starting families or so fabulously hip their friends and dog/cat/new car serve as a family. Many of them wear dark rimmed glasses, take amazing photos, and have creative names/ideas/lives/personalities etc... Lasting impression on me?: There are many talented, expressive people blogging and making art. Wow. Strangely though, there are so many voices, views, flavors and styles that very little seems particularly unique... even though all of them are original and unique. It's as though: "A point in every direction is like no point at all."
I tried to stop blogging because I felt pointless. That didn't last. I can still feel pointless, but there remains an irresistable compulsion to say something. Print something. Capture feelings, thoughts, self and other. Hmmmm. So much to ponder.