accelerated voyeuristic age

Nothing. I haven't been sleeping well I’m afraid. Unrecognized cries. Lonelineless ignored. Love is my pain and my pleasure that I will treasure until the day I die. I am watching myself slipping by. I am enduring torture worse than death itself and vanishing. The pain and the sorrow, I ask myself, just one more day at a time. I decline every opportunity to end this self-imposed nightmare. Darkness… taking over…imprisoning me until all I see is absolute horror. A horror. I cannot live. I cannot die. Trapped. I am the master. I am the puppet. I am the type of person who still lives on fantasy island.

Ah, were I to admit to one great mistake besides this blog, or subsequent versions of it, it would be that I have allowed myself to be far too accessible to distraction. Should I feel any better that I live behind closed doors? Over the past, this is something that I, and those closest to me, have addressed and I’ve fought against it by removing a vast majority of content from myself over time, albeit the web, it may not be that of what is altogether.

I know there are those that claim that people in my position should expect incivilities if, and when, I dare to allow others if but a glimpse of myself. I have always found that assertion to be not merely ridiculous, but indicative of an immaturity bizarrely regarded as precious by a great many people. Civility is not something that is abandoned by those that would claim themselves intelligent or decent once they step away from a computer. Being online is, as far as I am concerned, no excuse.

We live in an accelerated, voyeuristic age. That being the case, I believe this blog serves a purpose, which is to allow me a place to comment on current events and share articles that I have found interesting or poignant. I may, on occasion, write about my day to day life of emptiness in muse or the weather but I don’t think that it will be a staple feature. In the days to come I hope time will help amend the page to reflect the focus of the blog so that it’s clearly defined as something other than my sailboat escapist vehicle what have you.