New Beginnings

Livejournal is dead and I'm pretty sure I'll deactivate the account as soon as I backup the entries. Often with my handwritten journals there comes a time when, even if all the pages aren't full, the tome itself has reached the end of its useful life. Something about the book suddenly feels finished, historical; it no longer pulses with a vital need to express and interrogate, it simply exists as a reminder of the past. That's when it's time to buy a new journal.

If I don't recognize that time when it comes my journal writing stagnates or totally ceases; I can no longer invest in a dead book but I remain unwilling to begin anew. So it has been with livejournal. So it's time to move on, and perhaps use this space instead. I like it here, the winters are mild.


One of the main reasons I have not written here is there is one particular person I don't want to be privy to information about my life. So, I will say this to you now and never again. Jonathan, if you are still following me and checking up on me, that's your own problem. I don't want to hear from you, I don't want to know anything about you, I don't want anything to do with you, and I don't want your existence to stop me from writing anymore. So know this: there will be no secret messages here, no code, no passwords. This is not for you. It has nothing to do with you from now on. I don't want you here. But you're free to live in your fantasy world and there's nothing I can do about that. Just stay away from me.


And now that that's out of the way, I can begin again. One year after I opened this thing.

Renewed. Reemergent. Reveling.