Wednesday, January 27, 2010
When it came to the point, of course - could I bear to stop? I spent much of the day feeling a slight sense of liberation - a lack of an obligation - a reprieve. More to the point, nothing caught my eye - and there was no project - alphabetical, thematic - to structure my looking. And then, this last hour, a kind of bereft feeling came over me... Luckily, walking into the bedroom, a lone light was shining and reflecting: an all too easy symbol of a glimmer of hope (no, won't go down The Route of Hope, though Obama's speech was more or less encouraging, if, as ever, polished in its diplomatic desire for bipartisanship - and it *did* seem to promise the repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell). An all too easy symbol, that is, for a moment of inspiration shining in the darkness, ad nauseam etcetera. That being said, I feel both back on track, and unstable. The blog was its own project for the first year - that is, the disciplined combination of looking and writing provided its reason for existence. The alphabet was much fun. And now - take it a week at a time? Does that mean that I'm stuck with windows and/or lights until next Wednesday?