every day

dedicated now, more than ever (perhaps that ought to be the subtext, or what do they call it, the description, of this blog - for the moment at least)... and why, i wonder... because i want to believe in the connections?... because one of the handful of players from the intimate stories of this life returned?... was that the reason for starting the online babbling in the first place? (of course it was, haven't you been reading for the past decade?... somewhere (over the rainbow?) way back back (1998?) (what seems like lifetimes ago now) and once was today, but started more than a decade ago as an effort to keep in touch... yeah, KIT... and to think it all started with babble... what? {but where's the first pages?} what?)... what?...

what?... real time?... thereal?... oh yeah... maybe i forget sometimes... but the point was to try to keep in touch... to reach out and leave a marker, a buoy, a sign of life that the people of the past might find... and over the online gardens grew and there were times when the desire to share daily waned, when the hope that the threads of love woven through this life would fray and threaten to dissolve in busy work, in apathy, in disillusionment, in the ether, whatever that means... but the babbler persevered (in no particular order) and if interested, one can find brief snips of 1998 (the first?) out there amongst the redundantly repetitive weeds (if you repeat something often enough, does it really ever come become truth?...

every day... a little by better in every way... name the film for bonus credit...

once upon a time there was a path, then there were many paths, then the maze took over, then the walls fell down, then... is now...

every day... renewed... and then some...