Curiosity Killed May 29, 2016
Posted by The Typist in The Journey, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.trackback
If you are curious why this blog is so quiet, I’m jealous. Curiosity is an active state, incompatible with a depressive cycle of Manic Depression II. I’ll be back. I always come back, or at least that is my history. I just got tired of posting up a Rothko black painting or some whiny tidbit of the “oh, woe is me” sort. Those sort of posts pretty much killed this as an actively read blog, although people still appreciate Odd Words judging from the number of Likes and Subscriptions those posts trigger. So after missing two weeks then getting a friend to assemble an Odd Words, it’s back. One small step for [a] man. No giant leaps. Not yet. Soon perhaps, but not today.
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He’s ba-a-a-a-a-ck!
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You will be back. In fact, you are already back but you don’t know it yet. The myth of the eternal return. The turgid waters must settle some. The puer and senex are talking to each other. Sometimes it ain’t pretty dialogue. If you hold both in your conscious ear/eye maybe the tension will touch the tangle of energy. Not advice but experiential observations.
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