Translating Difficult Days into Wordy Blog Posts

It turns out what I have to say doesn't wait for it to be brought into the virtual publicity of the blogosphere, it takes an effort to find the words and the pictures that would make it into a line of movement from one topic unto another, I need keeping doing what I promised myself doing regularly anyway, without censure, shyness or blockade. At times it seems blog-writing is like a self-delivered caring service that we so much need but are unable to take up without a nudge from an outside impulse. It is strange how sadly disfunctional can we appear to ourselves, and I am afraid, others. It is somehow a junction where habit and knowledge depend on each other but do not make mutual transition in terms of action or what people, I, do. Lots of investment just into unlocking our collective ability to exercise our imagination in a semi-public, semi-private context. It's like participating in an auto-attentive age where everyone speaks to oneself, others and into an electrified void of possible points of access to what we make available on the web. Somehow it also has to do with a sense of place and time that gets transmitted though the sentences that explore these two with one verbal probe after another. Place and time as felt sensations.