Well, that’s all folks. I’m done. I never wanted to be a part of the Internet world – you reading some quick, unpolished thingy on your phone while in line somewhere. And I’ve now done it twice. (Two different sites.)
I thought this being mine would mean something to me. But I am not egotistical. That’s my problem. I don’t want this crap to be about me. I wanted to share and grow together. Readers and writers. Filmmakers and filmgoers. But I’m alone in (on?) every avenue.
I’m alone in my thoughts and trajectory. We only get so close. But/and and that’s okay. Some people will find you interesting. Some won’t. Some will tell you about your flaws. Others won’t.
Bad books and movies are going to keep coming. Good stuff will continue to be discovered. Under rocks. In ash. In closets. Under scrutiny, too.
Thanks for accidentally coming to my page when searching for one of my key words.
I’m out. (Not of ideas, but of interest in myself.)
