exfoliating words into the ether

There’s been something of a lull since my initially flurry of postings, perhaps as with most blogs, the initial novelty soon expires. The relative anonymity of these things is an encouragement to write, perhaps it’s an opportunity to express what goes by, normally without comment or expression. Perhaps it’s some kind of therapy, getting stuff off the chest so there’s a little more room for other stuff to come in, an exfoliation of things passed.

There is the opportunity for personal reflection but the shortcoming is that one ends up with a monologue rather than a dialogue and the sparks and flashes of a contrasting perspective, echoes of personal experience and so forth that might arise, unexpected.

Publicity is at odds with anonymity and inhibition so I have mentioned the blog to few of the people I know, not that I’ve been tempted to veer towards bitching or cathartic confessional. I don’t think I’m yearning for affirmation, fame or notoriety but am intrigued by the idea of comments arising from serendipity. There are however a lot of blogs in that sea and, not having anything particularly provocative that I want to say here, perhaps being merely mental, melancholic dandruff, there are unlikely to be that many nibbles, let alone followers!