Finally

So Long (folks), and Thanks for All the Fish

and Scene.

of the why of Drafting

Why do I keep reverting posts to drafts?
Because this space in particular is one of stark contradictions and has been for years.
since its conception.

Writing here seems like I'm calling a random Phone booth somewhere out there and pretty much anyone can receive the call. Now if it was ensured that only strangers would pick up, would I still keep talking to that silent listener? Would I share more, or less? Would I get bored because it was Guaranteed that the person listening didn't know me and essentially didn't care?
Hmm.

I guess its the mystery that makes it interesting to keep writing here. Could it be an old friend who picks up and momentarily tunes in into my today? and what if I chance upon their line and silently catch up on the absences we've created? would these tiny moments of communication light the path down the road to when we meet 10 years hence and feel like that much time hasn't passed?
Or would it be someone in the now who catches a titbit and helps me finish that thought over quick phone conversations :)

so why drafting? and why so often?
because after a while typing becomes cathartic and what spills out is sometimes meant for only intended ears... intentionally and specifically shared with some and not just left loose to wander and echo in the distant universe.

that's what it is right? My writing is just echoing.. present and vibrating away in this one place, accessible whenever someone feels like typing in the url.. or happen to be chanced upon when hopping from blog to blog (if people still do that)

just got pulled out of that visual with an abrupt dose of reality. Hello. It's 9.30 am on a Monday. #BackToWork-ish. :)