This space is dead. I am still documenting my life in different formats, but even with events captured in images and words and feelings, you don’t see when things cross a line and turn into something else completely.
I don’t miss blogging as much as I miss reading blogs. You feel a rawness you don’t feel when you speak to people. You watch their minds churn like clockwork, trying to make sense of it all. Somehow others are able to articulate their feelings and struggle, while I just hear so much noise.
