The Joy of …


I’ve been missing writing posts for this blog. But the words haven’t come. I don’t know how to explain what’s been going on with me so far this year. Perhaps it’s not necessary.

I’ve been used to explaining who I am by the stories of my past. By the lists of what I like and what I don’t. By what I do for a job, and what I do in my free time. By who I’m friends with. By what others say about me. This blog has been part of the definition of myself. Proof that I’m someone.

What about if I’m no one? What if everything that makes me ‘me’ is irrelevant? What if the only thing that matters is that when you and I meet, we recognise each other?


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