Oversharing With Robots

Lashing myself for starting something new...again

There you are, looking out at Siegfried-Aufäuser-Platz, promising yourself you won’t start new things until old things are complete — starting something new.

And yet, here we go.

A Creative Journal for the New Year.

What a curiosity — a private/public thing.

Is this a sign that I’m migrating my life into the public sphere? A first discharge before a committed volley?

Here’s what I know — working things out requires you write it out.

I want to hear my own voice better — that takes work in this, our noisy modern theatre.

Sometimes, you have to start with what you don’t want to do.

For me that is to repeat “The Isolation Diaries” — 1500 hundred handwritten pages locked around my neck like an albatross.

God, what am I going to do with you…

OK - regarding this journal here —