It’s been four months since the outbreak started, and I think it’s safe to say that the zombies are winning . . .
I’m kidding. I mean, I suppose we are in a pandemic right now, so that opening line, while fictional, isn’t terribly far from the truth.
Come to think of it, most fiction isn’t terribly far from the truth, either. Or perhaps, more accurately: fiction is truth, dressed up in absurd clothing, prancing around on a whimsical stage.
But I digress.
Today is Day 1 of my blog, here. I’m not sure what will come of it, or what strange forms it will take on, as I allow my madness (ahem, my creativity) to engage in a little self-indulgence.
Hopefully somebody out there, in this wide-open world, will stumble across this blog, read a few of these words, and find something meaningful within these paragraphs, before that individual flits away, back toward their own strange corner of the world.
Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
And that, unceremoniously, is the end of this post. Not much of a resolution, I agree. My apologies.
And by the way: it feels strange to write in first person, when I spend so much of my creative time dressed up in third-person clothing . . .
Here’s an awkward departing statement (because isn’t awkwardness fun?): farewell, my fair-weather friend.