write down
what I found out
some nothing
from the lamp light at my feet
If a tree falls in the woods, does it even make a sound? If something is made without it being shared, has anything actually been created?
Beats me. But I do know it takes me a long time to make stuff and whether by circumstance or virtue, my prolonged processing has proven a mismatch with the metabolisms of the common sharing platforms at large. I’ve found myself stuck-up (read: constipated?) with so many disparate parts, projects, and passions that it feels like if I don’t start to put them together somewhere it’s only going to get harder to make sense of them at all.
So this site is part filing cabinet and part junk drawer; a map of bread crumbs and a graveyard for all the parts I don’t know where to put; a non-place/place to experiment with sharing as a worthwhile requisite of moving things along, beauty fleetingly expressed, and thoughts purposefully recorded.
Like seeing by the light of a lamp, it’s helpful (and, in truth, all I can earnestly do) to focus on just one thing at a time, leaving the rest of the world to live dimly lit for a moment – it’ll still be there in the morning.
softpaths.blog 
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