This causes something of a paradox. I thought I would have to take a leave pass to not write today, yet pondering this has caused me to write today.
To be a part of a society which doesn’t take these choices means the most meaningful solution is to look at ambient as well as personal privacy.
A compelling aspect is the way in which Hokusai’s work burgeoned as he aged. An unconscious reaction to feeling we are yet to realise our potential.
I came across a stone bench that appeared to be very old. Carved into an ancient looking wall, dappled in moss, thick creepers wound across its surface.
In a sense, our online privacy is much like a child, vulnerable to the world and easily spirited away by a platform which offers ease of connection.
Though it is not clear if this is the poet or the urn speaking, what is clear is that the passage seeks to transcend visual value.
The past, which comes flooding in, transports us to a moment which is both frozen in time and animated by our thinking. ‘Oh, the humanity!’
At times, writing alone is not action enough to free my thinking from its melancholy trends. In such times I turn to that most lyric of the muses, Euterpe.
It is fitting these memorial days are side by side because a central theme in the Star Wars saga was the freedom of peoples to live according to their need.
My writing efforts are usually months in gestation. Thus I am out of the habit of a daily journal. #100DaysToOffload should fix that.