Thursday, February 27, 2014

Throw away Thursday


It is due to no small miracle that this page still exists, after the five long years since I published my first post on Blogger. 


Of course, I never did expect that readers would even be interested in what I had to say, given I'm not at all what one would call fashionable.


Thanks then for still visiting – for whatever reason – even if I no longer post reviews of fashion shows or scans of magazine editorials.

Shirt, thrifted
Jeans, Levi's
Blazer vest, Ziggy Savella
Beat-up laceups, Marlboro Classics
Belt from an Italian market


No, no, no. Don't think I'm being sentimental just because Thursdays call for throwbacks.


Neither am I being my usual judgmental self by casting stones on shallow consumerism.


It's just that, just that: I never really thought this blog would last that long. (Hell, even cats run away. Just as Ate Lalin has welcomed Whiskey and Brandy into our lives.)


Yes, I'm just surprised, and – fine – thankful as well.


Thanks that you have looked past my antics.


I know nothing about relevance, and pretend not to be at all important.


This is a vain diary, at best and after all. One that I am perfectly aware is looked at more than read.


I'm thankful as well that this medium has provided a venue between confession and performance.


The wind here is not strong enough to blow away the leaves in our backyard – slowly rotting as haphazard compost. 

But I like this amount of jest: just enough for an introduction to introspection. As fleeting and transparent as the best poetry ever published.

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