I feel dispensed among the weblogs; scurry like a spider darting here and there. What looked at Spinning to be a multiple personality disorder, or an effort by a group is slowly being separated and doled out.
The class work cannot show the doubting side of me. And even here I’ve hidden just a few. There are so many other voices out there ringing clear and true, but I haven’t yet been strong in any one. I wonder if I’ll weaken further if my own are held apart, walled from each other by a coded cage of html. Maybe indeed I am a group, and so the conflict and the moods.
I wanted to grow up mysterious; I grew up confused instead.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology