it all poured out of me

rereading some of my old posts, i am slightly surprised at how it all poured out of me. i am impressed with my own former creativity, energy, articulation, dedication.

it all poured out, and where to? to what avail? it didn't change the world. it held a moment well, i suppose, for me and for whatever readers there were. a moment in which articulation of something or other felt worthy of the attention of the moment. then everyone moved on.

on the internet self-expression bilges out. is it helping us, overall?

what do all our past moments add up to?

 

 



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