Go Back to the World

Since I'm getting back into this blogging thing, I think that I should apologize to anyone who may have been offended by anything that I've written in this blog. I wonder if there are some things that shouldn't be said in a blog, but then I think about what that might mean. Will self-censorship make this blog better, or will it make this blog worse?

Really, I stopped this blog for a while because I didn't like what it had become and I didn't like that everyone was taking everything in it so seriously. The whole thing was making me quite nervous, and so I stopped posting. With that, any kind of writing stopped. That concerned me. I can't just sit down at my computer and write. I like the idea that I have a little window that is satisfied with whatever piece of twaddle that fills it, and then off it goes out and brings something to the ether of cyberspace. A word processor is just a blank screen that brings nothing to anyone and only makes me not want to do it. The endless pages and word counts and animated paperclip aren't work conducive for me.

I drove back to Toronto this afternoon and gave myself a iPod mix tape. I focused mainly on Leonard Cohen and My Bloody Valentine tracks. I was particularly taken with Night Comes On.

"I'll go down to Bill's bar, I can make it that far, and I'll see if my friends are still there. Yes, and here's to the few who forgive what you do and the fewer who don't even care. And the night comes on it's very calm. I want to cross over, I want to go home, but she said, "Go back. Go back to the world."