Purpose?
My laziness to post on this Blog reached new heights today. I tried convincing myself that it was a wasteful exercise.
"No one reads these posts anyway. You're just sending these 'cosmic messages into the cyberspatial void', " I told myself, "its not literature by any stretch of imagination, and its got hardly anyone thinking." I doubted these statements - there were comments on almost all posts, I inspired Sita to write a post on her blog, and there might be a million people secretly reading your Blog.
I wondered whether I should change the name of my Blog - is 'Mr. Tambourine Man' too unimaginative? Is aandthirtyeights too complicated to type each time you wanted to get to my Blog?
Then I wondered - why the hell am I writing? Am I writing for others to recognise me, so that I become a well-known 'man of letters' one day? Or, am I writing for myself? Might be, ten years down the line, I'll look through the old posts and feel nostalgic - like when I read my old diary... Then why not maintain a fucking diary? Why Blog?
A tentative answer came to my mind resting this disconcerting sensation of feeling insufficiently clad (for some strange reason - maybe, that's just my love for randomness). The answer is this: there are some things that you just want to say. There is no real reason for saying it, nor is there an intended audience. You just feel a lot more secure when its said.
Now that I have said what I wanted to say, I can safely retire for the day.
Ciao!
posted by aandthirtyeights @ 10:15 AM
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