Live bees.
It's always a shock to the ego of my current self to look back at what I've experienced and written about; what I've drunkenly pondered during the dead hours of the night. A shock because I always find my past self more interesting than my current self, but always seeming to ignore the point that all those old ramblings and experiences made this new me.
Originally, this was a community of shared thoughts. A collective of unique individuals with whom I interacted with less directly as each day passed until an evening came in which I was speaking to myself and these others were permitted to listen. A pirate radio station in print; I did not seek attention nor approval and certainly not ad revenue for my thoughts. I always had the delusion that like minded people would find my words in some form or another and not necessarily from my own mouth.
Originally, this was a community of shared thoughts. A collective of unique individuals with whom I interacted with less directly as each day passed until an evening came in which I was speaking to myself and these others were permitted to listen. A pirate radio station in print; I did not seek attention nor approval and certainly not ad revenue for my thoughts. I always had the delusion that like minded people would find my words in some form or another and not necessarily from my own mouth.