2:17 p.m. I'm trying to write again. I find it really hard to put things online these days. Somehow life is more complicated and nuanced than before. I used to just whip off a story and throw it into the anonymous Interweb... I've definitely become more cautious. My love affair with new orleans continues, but these days it's tinged with a little guilt. I've spent the last 18 months living here as, basically, a parasite. I just wandered and soaked up the culture and music and sunshine and gorgeous architecture and didn't bother to be involved in anything more meaningful than that. I feel that should change now... there are a lot of things wrong here. It's a microcosm of everything that is wrong in the US, and probably Canada as well. I want to do something but I don't know what. Or how. There's that woody allen quote about how the world is run by the people who just show up... so I guess i just need to find a place. and show up. I find that really hard to do. |
