So I have a dilemma about my old blog. I want to write that “last post,” but I can’t seem to be dishonest. I considered, for example, writing that I wasn’t finding blogging therapeutic, but I don’t want to misrepresent my feelings since actually, blogging has been my anchor at times. I also considered writing that I felt the need to take my feelings off the web and make them private, but that too is misleading. Finally, I thought about writing that I need to dedicate more of my attention to my dissertation, so am taking a hiatus, but that seemed unfair to the memory of Natan. This is an absurd question — and soo historian of me, wanting to preserve some sort of integrity in my source. Am I the only one out there who considers what someone in the future will extrapolate about from my writing? I don’t have the sense that I ought to be an artist, clearly, since what I write closely resembles stream of consciousness.
I think instead I’ll just stay silent for a bit.
Hey, look at this site I literally stumbled upon: http://www.wowrussia.com. Later this week, I’m going to tell you about Cheburashka and Gena.