The net, and the recently new experience of blogging, has invoked the weirdest feeling in me.
A longing to be vast and everywhere. There is a sense that I might miss out on something important. A revealing post in politics perhaps; usually the last place I’d venture into, or an interesting comment in the fashion section. All missed, all slipping out of view. I won’t read it. I experience it.
And I want to read it all. If I could visit every single site, I would. I love all these words; quirky, funny, sad, intellectual, witty. [oh, no, there’s another one sliding out of my reach]
So, I have decided that while A is away, I shall wander into blog-land and see just how many different places I can reach.
There are no heaths where I live. No wild moors, which is probably what my heart requires now, that and some moody quill-written letters. I could always wander into the bush, I suppose; it’s dripping, hushed and smelling of earth. It scares me a little.
No, I will wander virtually. My mission: to find the wildest, most wind-swept blog in existence.