morphogenesis, or: in which i nominate an event

It all began on paper:

For my blog which is yet to be—I begin hazardously and with great trepidation lest I come to regret what I put down. In regret, what I put down will no longer represent to me the person that I am; I will be other than who I am now. But my fear is also my only consolation: I will no more be who I am now than I am some ancestor who came before me and whom I look upon with indifference.

When and if I post this to my blog, not without revisions, I will make note of the fact that it started here, handwritten in pencil in my journal. I will make note of the fact that posting it is easy because I still identify with what is written here, or that it’s difficult because I don’t, or because I do yet find it silly and contrived.

In truth, it’s difficult but not unbearably so. I am all of these projections of myself at once.

literacectomy, or: nonreadings in philosophy

This is where I post my first entry.