Eating the Whale

I look for the keys to this thing and find them in the back of a drawer filled with oddments like rubber bands and paperclips. Or maybe I was looking through the drawer, found the key, and puzzled, what was this to, again? Right, I have a blog! And never mind that the blogging software I was using doesn’t work with the current operating system installed on my computer, that I had to reset passwords, that nobody blogs anymore*, that stats have become mercifully impossible to trace by another forgotten password so I cannot obsess over whether anyone reads this, you’ve got your privacy as I keep my own. Somehow, ridiculously my own blog still calls out to me, the words in my head still want to be in the world, even though the world and I seem to be in an uneasy...

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