Tangled Webs
I find the reasons I keep coming back here facinating. It's a weird feeling to put these posts up knowing that anyone could read them but no one will, like bearing your ass in a New York subway station: sure someone might notice, but the odds are equally good that someone will drop a nickle next to you without thinking.
Words are nets. I can only catch so many motes of what goes on in my head with them, and the finer details slip through the mesh. I need to be better at this, and the only way that will happen is by doing it. So here's to thi newest attempt. We can all hope it works out.
I find the reasons I keep coming back here facinating. It's a weird feeling to put these posts up knowing that anyone could read them but no one will, like bearing your ass in a New York subway station: sure someone might notice, but the odds are equally good that someone will drop a nickle next to you without thinking.
Words are nets. I can only catch so many motes of what goes on in my head with them, and the finer details slip through the mesh. I need to be better at this, and the only way that will happen is by doing it. So here's to thi newest attempt. We can all hope it works out.

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