The ghost ship blog

 

I’m afraid that’s me

 

Visitors only see the past

Adrift aimlessly though the cyber ocean

Sails worn and shredded –  at the mercy of the currents

Beached on a nameless archipelago

Sandy desolation with just a few crabs and a couple fallen coconut trees

I guess it’s where we are.

 

I’m not going to make any grand statements about keeping this going – or stopping.

 

This started as a graded project for a college graphics class – it continued through compulsion and some exhilaration …  became a place of solace as my life crumbled — and now?

 

Rebuilding and stronger we take a walk around the deck

 

Do we scuttle? …….or do we scrape off the barnacles and see what she’s got?

 

What’s the point of all this rambling anyway?

 

We bloggers write because we need to write – then when we don’t need to write – we stop.

Maybe no more complicated than that.

If you’ve stayed with me this long…. who knows?

Muted cheers from the cave on location.