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Does blogging matter? Is it an illusion?

Well ...yes. On both counts.

mE:

Blogging does matter even when it fails to be read or commented on. Back in the day when many WDC folk started to post at Open Salon, someone commented that my blog wouldn't fit into their format.

They were probably right.

In the last ten years I've lived in 4 states and Costa Rica. I've been homeless. I've traveled to 9 European countries; two twice. Written thousands of prosaic and poetic pieces.

Only the homeless period was found fascinating by the WDC crowd. That would've been worthy of Open Salon. But I'm not homeless any more.

"Life is boring."

Well, not quite.

I do need to edit and post more poetry and prose. I should write more opinion pieces. Sometimes I do them quite well. But everything takes time and energy. I could make time when I don't travel but my energy levels are low.

My travel photos are well-viewed at facebook; but, truthfully, even there I have to "work the crowd".

I scramble for every facebook friend and connection I can. In real life I wonder whether I have any close friends.

I do miss Blogville because I had the illusion of connection.

So I blog like I journal. I do so to memorialize the day, the feelings, the whatever. It helps me to remember. Readers? They are welcome if scarce these days.

I could blog about my dream this morning I guess. Mention how it was pleasant that a friend died in my arms. That feeling of peace with another and with oneself. But it's already written in my journal. And who here would be interested or understand.

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