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So there's a thing in my brain that I want to write about but it's so huge and many-tentacled that I can't possibly wrestle it out of my head in one go, and I know that if I try to pull it out one limb at a time you'll all say "but that's not a genuine many-tentacled thing" or it'll keep crawling back in faster than I can drag it out. I'm not even sure if it is a many-tentacled thing or if it's actually something more like a mist or a colour that's seeped into my pores. Maybe it's a disease, or a new skin that I'm growing. I can't tell. Maybe it's a hopeless metaphor for a formless malaise.
I also don't know who's reading this any more. I'm terrible at keeping up with reading LJ myself, so I feel I can't really ask other people to read/comment on what I write; and while I sit there chewing my fingernails in that particular dark cave of fail, lots of beautiful friendships melt away. Who's reading this? Who's out there? Have you all gone to Dreamwidth? Should I follow you, or are we all just slowly dispersing into adulthood or beyond?
I don't know where I am. Or rather, I know where I am, but I don't know where anything else is. Either way, it's a bit cloud-tangled and mapless in here. Perhaps if someone shouts or shines a torch I'll be able to figure out where the voice or light is coming from.
I also don't know who's reading this any more. I'm terrible at keeping up with reading LJ myself, so I feel I can't really ask other people to read/comment on what I write; and while I sit there chewing my fingernails in that particular dark cave of fail, lots of beautiful friendships melt away. Who's reading this? Who's out there? Have you all gone to Dreamwidth? Should I follow you, or are we all just slowly dispersing into adulthood or beyond?
I don't know where I am. Or rather, I know where I am, but I don't know where anything else is. Either way, it's a bit cloud-tangled and mapless in here. Perhaps if someone shouts or shines a torch I'll be able to figure out where the voice or light is coming from.
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Always interested in anything you have to say but frequently fail to actually comment.....!
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*wave*, I'm paying roughly the same attention to both LJ and DW because people I love are spread across both so I just read both at about the same frequency. Any kind of lengthy comment is hard because of some annoying bug between LJ and my laptop's browser, but perhaps one day I will figure that out. Hope you feel less bemisted soon ...
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Yes, still here. I'd appreciate it if you crossposted to DreamWidth but, yes, I'm still reading LJ.
And the many-tentacled monsters of my subconscious are mostly reduced to the size and status of those difficult-to-extract sticky bogeys that you just *have* to pick at, and can't.
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Hello, present and reading (here but not DW).
Formless tentacled things sometimes actually are less of a thing if dragged out and given form. Sometimes not, of course. I think we've probably all been in the same position, so unlikely to diss the quality of your tentacles if you bring them out for inspection.
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Can't promise to have anything useful to say about huge and many-tentacled things, of course...
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I never got into DreamWidth. Is there anything there, or is everybody just posting their apercus to Twitter and having done?
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