So tomorrow came and went. That’s the problem with them – tomorrows, todays: they come and go.
Maybe I meant this tomorrow.
I’ve been thinking about writing and why write a blog like this … no answers. It could be just to help sort out the many thoughts, most of them useless, churning through my mind.
I think – apart from thinking out loud about things that obsess me – I’ll put up song lyrics that strike a chord with me, thoughts on films I have seen, and plays and books I’ve read. Maybe some poems I’ve written. Maybe.
Writing is therapy says Francis Ford Copola. Never liked that idea. Prefer the purer art for art’s sake. But now I think, maybe he has a point. And who doesn’t need a little therapy now and again?
Although I write this on a blog, making it public (in however small a way), I’m really writing for my self. I’m thinking out loud. So if anyone apart from me reads this, so be it. The possibility that someone might read it means it should not be too self regarding. If not that’s fine too. Writing it is what matters to me at this particular moment in time.