New Year. Old Past.
I've travelled the world as we know it, socially, internetty, in other words virtually. The BS muck and mire. The ego stroking, self indulgent, life competition.
I come back from time to time, year to year to this wasteland of what once was.
LJ was my first success, this was my first home on the web, my first learning ground for 'Social Media'. It was then, when I started literally a journal, a private public place I posted thoughts.
As time moved on, as I grew, as the internet broke open; it became a place to link, post, promote... it lost it's heart and my soul.
Many times I've come back to see if there was life here, life to be breathed in to and quickly I let it slip again. So why should this time be any different? It shouldn't, maybe it won't.
But I've found a need to open up, to write without meaning or focus, to spew out thoughts and leave the word salad garbage of my life in a desolate corner of the internet, so i've wandered back here.
because well this is home.