3-8-2024 Last entry was three years ago. I've been journaling through that time. I've also been creating music as well as posting, anonymously lately, on Reddit. I'm an introvert. I'm very private. But lately I feel I owe it to myself for some reason to post here.
There's a big contradiction involved. But then I've always been contradictory, paradoxical. I'm generally secretive, yet like an open book. I've been called an open Rolodex.
In a few weeks, I'll be copyrighted some tunes I've written in the past two years. Who knows, I might make the solopsistic gesture and put some of the lyrics down here. Solopsistic because the statistical odds of anyone ever finding this site are close to zero. And actually, that's perfect for an isolationist introvert. To thine ownself be unknown. Do not let your right hand know what your left hand is doing. Or your right hand.
Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?