Ghosts of the past
Hi, There are times when it feels a strange thing to be a blogger. To be someone who writes and shares what they do and who they are. Occasionally, these can be very personal moments. There is something that nags at me, like a stone in a shoe or a rough nail on cloth. It’s a… if I can be honest here, I sometimes worry that this is all vainglorious nonsense, an edifice to ego, and perhaps, pointless. But then, isn’t a lot of such ilk easily dismissed by reductionist thought? Why see a film if it’s ultimately a series of flashing lights and noises. Why go out for a walk when you’ll only come back to your home. Well, […]
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