I used to put the number of posts that I might write or paint at 1111.
However as I close in on this number of posts for this website, I see no reason to stop. I never imagined I would ever have that much to say or that I could reach that goal, which I probably why I chose it.
It started out as ego to show how clever I was and that has morphed into keeping a record of sorts for my daughter so that when she is older… When perhaps what I was thinking or dealing with, might be of importance for her.
Lately, I have come to the conclusion that this might be nothing more than a method for me to order my mind and thoughts… either way the number now is an unknown; short of infinite that only time will tell.
One of my earliest childhood memories is from the back seat of a car peering into the blackness of the road being sliced by highbeams… Suddenly, out of nowhere, from the darkness of the country and the trees and forest was the lights of the city! Like a million diamonds shattering the empty.
The possibility of all those people! Surely some will be nice?
I had never before witnessed such a transformation; one second darkness, the next, millions of lights shattering that!
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