Inner Snowden

  I see that, in spite of myself, I've managed to leak this blog (rather conspicuously, for those concerned) slightly sooner, and much less suavely, than I'd intended.  A promising start.

Concepts that Don't Deserve Names

1.  That experience of having one's feelings politely kicked to death.

2.  The private, world-ending cataclysm that comes with finishing a truly excellent book.

3.  The tiny, melancholy high of catching the scent of a former lover.

4.  The indomitable thrill of knowing that one has given a Great performance.

5.  The gentle sadness of knowing yet another small truth.

Prologue

                                                  A canvas.  A creative space.  
                                                   A sequel.  An inevitability.  
                                                    An ill advised love affair.  
                              A blog.  Binary.  Words upon a monitor in Germany.        
                       An attempt at depth.  The thoughts of a pretentious teenager.
                                            Ideas that seemed good at the time.
                                             An emotional outlet.  A safety net.  
                                   A grasp at meaning.  A buffer against the void.
                                                   A futile flash of humanity.
                                                             A concession.
                                                             A confession.
                                                            An expression.

                                                             Do as you will.