Why not?
It's been a month. A month of mostly no computer, and still no internet (I'm typing this from work, in fact).
This blog, as any readers who are still left will well know, has been a place of melancholy. Recent events/discussions/debates between two friends of mine via the internet have made me wonder if this is even necessary anymore. There's a lot of that out in blog-land, and, well, frankly, I wonder if I need to add to it.
Yet, I like doing this. This was intended as a document about my life here in Tucson, the general feeling of malaise that entails (partly because of a very good reason to stay), and the few unusual things about this town.
And I wonder about a few things. I'm getting closer to 30. My childhood dreams have been blocked from me, for a time at least, and it's going to take a little while before I figure out a life plan now. And, honestly, all the upper-middle-class retarded angst that anyone has. Yes, life is hard. It's hard for everyone. Nothing's easy, and why should it be? So, do I continue, or do I stop?
This blog, as any readers who are still left will well know, has been a place of melancholy. Recent events/discussions/debates between two friends of mine via the internet have made me wonder if this is even necessary anymore. There's a lot of that out in blog-land, and, well, frankly, I wonder if I need to add to it.
Yet, I like doing this. This was intended as a document about my life here in Tucson, the general feeling of malaise that entails (partly because of a very good reason to stay), and the few unusual things about this town.
And I wonder about a few things. I'm getting closer to 30. My childhood dreams have been blocked from me, for a time at least, and it's going to take a little while before I figure out a life plan now. And, honestly, all the upper-middle-class retarded angst that anyone has. Yes, life is hard. It's hard for everyone. Nothing's easy, and why should it be? So, do I continue, or do I stop?