I have a fledgling interest in art. I encountered the phrase “picturesque disrepair” in a John Berger essay, where he wrote about quaint French homes and the air of prettiness about them even as they are crumbling down. I’ve carried the phrase in my own direction, taking it to mean, ultimately, that there is hope and beauty everywhere, even in things abandoned, broken, and left alone.
This blog is going to be the landscape on which my mental vicissitudes, painstakingly metamorphosed into words, play out.
This blog is an attempt, moreover – to quote Jeff Winger telling Abed Nadir – to “premier” my work.
Expect talk on books, the way (I think) the world works, on darkness, emotions (lots of it), and my eternal pursuit of finding that bland feeling called happiness.