there are a lot of existential questions that bother me in the creation of this site, and whether, what, of my story or my creation to share. Or whether to use another media.

it is hard. i counsel my kids not to. their pages are too blank to fill them up with their experimentation. their lives too fresh to be lost on this never ending dribble.

most days i am quite pessimistic. about the noise and whether my voice matters.

i suspect it is irrelevant mostly.

and the story i have to tell is not one i ever wanted to to.

life is sometimes a terrible teacher.

just when you think you are on easy street.

there’s danger at the door.