Three clean, elegantly turned paragraphs, which will with effortless grace and flawless succinctity pull together the various threads of my zany year and tie them up in a perfect bow, sealed with a loving kiss to you, the dearly beloved – if, of late, tragically neglected – reader of this here, my blog.
Have you seen them?
I’ve seen the perfect bow. I had a vision of it last night, on Acland Street. It was so pretty.
I thought: “That was 2005.”
And you know, I smiled.
But I can’t find my three paragraphs.
We commenced back in late March with lots of angsty backstory and a minor manifesto.
It all seems quite charming to me now. I feel like a different person living in a different world these days. And it’s good.
But insofar as I can still see where that guy was coming from, I think he would have been pretty happy with how the year came out. And so am I.
I’ve been very frustrated and uncertain about a number of things lately, but I can see the way forward now, I believe.
So – a happy new year to you all!
I hope that you’re having a good one.
I’m just kicking back in the cupboard.
My neighbor Cameron came round with large quantities of cider. He is watching the festivities on television.
But I am not quite finished yet.
1 Response to I’m Looking For, Like, Three Paragraphs
i love this post, btw.
it’s so … evocative.
happy new year, teigs.