Saturday, February 28, 2009
Yes, my dear and constant friends, I have a journal.
It's green cover is worn by time - the spiral binding is taped to and bent. Loose papers stick from its sides, and notes and phone numbers, once important but now meaningless, are scribbled on the back. In it are stories, and experiences - random ideas and a few hopes.
And, on the first page: a tittle - written in pencil, then retraced with a pen . . .
Letters of Thought.
With out internet, and overcome late at night by the sudden need to write, I took out my journal and scribbled my thoughts.
Doodles and all.
and let me tell you . . . man it felt good.
But just as in Vilna, my blogging was timed by the length of my stay @ the Internetas Kavine, I am now judged by another prosecuting demon - batery life.
Fear not, dear Reader, soon I shall return to the warm embrace of the InterWebs . . .
Posted by Mottel at 8:56 PM