I don't blog.

I can't remember the exact moment when the need to have my own blog arose; as a matter of fact, I don't know that such a need even exists. To be perfectly frank, I don't need to blog. Yet here I am, "figure of outward" (Olson about Creeley), figuring things outside, in the open, the inner agora has ceased to stock readily accessable answers. So we move into the open air, outside, figures in mass.