February 2, 2011

resistance is futile, unfortunatley

I've been resisting this blog concept for as long as I can. However, it's inevitable now and here I am, self-consciously imputing self-involved words into a web space created entirely for myself. I'll admit it - this whole thing makes me moderately uncomfortable (on my egocentric days). Other days, it's downright terrifying. For the sake of my own sanity, I'm going to maintain this as a photo blog - words will be secondary and often borrowed from someone more eloquent than I. (I'm one of those prose lovers who collects of quotes, phrases and poetry on random scraps of paper scattered throughout their home.) I can't forsee this being a structured, organized sort of blog place with perfectly worded titles and posts organized by genre & colour coded to boot. Probably it will fast become a random jumble of things to look at and occasionally read, displayed in a peculiar order makes sense only if you're not looking for sense to be made. (Oh my, it's starting already.)

I wish I had something epic to say to end this first post (ever!) but instead I think I'm going to have to do the internet equivalent of backing awkwardly out of a room.

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