does anybody even visit here anymore? april 6 seems such a long long time ago. and yet here i am.
four and a half years ago, when i started blogging, my brother asked me who i was writing "for" - he wanted to know, i understand, who i imagined to be my audience. (that there was no audience at that time - and that there is perhaps no audience now - was of no concern.) i answered him, and i truly felt, that i was writing to myself. not as a journal, per se. but as though i, myself, was the audience. i wrote freely then. i think.
i've been on an adventure. and i'm intending to share bits in this space. we'll see.