there may be more

entries, that is... written in the real time of tomorrow, that is... but the evening of the babbler (oh, not isn't that a title begging for an entry... and that's how it works so often in these gardens, but that's a technical aside for another time, and blog, even) continues on into the night as the clock passes the midnight and the time and date stamp are baffled by bravado and buffoonery of the babble... no tv, no music, no nothing, just the flow of the words through the fingers, just like the olden days (and who remembers?)...

but the semi-truck sized semi-sad truth is, many of the blogs slide into dormancy and relative silence due to lack of interest, i mean, nobody even knows some of them exist and so rarely do any get any sort of sign of real readership, no less appreciation and external value... there is value for me, so they remain and i occasionally visit and write in most of them, but strolling through the gardens can be such a lonely journey when i am in the mood to share (so i tend not to go when i am in the mood to share and then no going becomes a habit and dormancy follows and it is too easy to forget they don't exist cuz, after all, they don't appear to matter to anyone but me...

still, there may be (and likely will be) more entries and more blogs cuz that is what i do, for pleasure, for pain, for sunshine, for rain, for the continuing struggle to not go insane (re-worked to an old rhythm and stolen melody by this guy, or something like that) as i continue to strive (or stride) to actualize the impossible dream, going it alone, through the storm with my head held high, even...

it's not the end, ain't over till it's over, and surely, you didn't has to call me johnson...

narf :)