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Where to begin?

I have started, on and off, various blogs or online journals. To self-conscious to continue, they have been deleted again and again. Writing is not hard, but soemthing else made me hold back.

Now what is there left to do but write? I find that I am craving the contact of something like Twitter, a space of my own to share thoughts. I have read too many flaccid opinions and mean-spirited commentaries to justify just lurking. I want to make something personal, small as it may be; sincere in its output, not cluttered by discourse (as Twitter et al. is, was, and shall be). I want to play with words and image, in in some small plot make my own journal-garden.

Uitvalgrond was a triangular patch of wasteland from which a mighty city was built upon, a place i will always call my home. Uneven terrain for an uneven anaology, but still it points to some deeper seam I wish to work on within myself. To make sense of my thoughts and feelings and at least shine some light on them. An exercise for myself, but maybe, in the long run, something that can be shared.