It’s not all black, of course. Only a mad man would support that notion. And while I do hold a certain affection for incoherent rambling, I consider myself mostly sane.
Writing this, I suddenly remember my initial intention to produce a semblance of a social satire, an informed and amusing analysis of where the human species went wrong. The rambling, self-pity and delusions for grandeur were not planned.
But can I avoid the occasional rambling session, the messy presentation, the lack of structure? Would a more balanced, measured and pre-determined account of my ideas be received better?
I hardly think so...
And yet, order will always find a way. And I must have it, for there are too many aspects of existence that capture my imagination. I should at least try to organise my thoughts before sharing them.
Or perhaps I should write whatever comes to mind. It has been too long since I last did this. Perhaps that way my words shall ring true and bring my heart closer to yours.
If they ever reach you through the boundless ocean...
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