Meta-Ken

Ok, ok - so my blog has become a tattoo blog. That just happens to be the most interesting thing going on in my life right now. Do you want to hear about the trucks rumbling past my window at night? The dirty clothes accumulating on my bedroom floor? The wind screaming down my street kicking up trash? There are no tales of adventure and glory for a cubicle warrior like myself. The faces on the subway are a sinister blur, the voice mumbles something unintelligible and distant over the loudspeaker. Another day passes like a dream.

And I'm tired of talking about politics, about the latest news, the latest technology. What good has it done me? What good has it done anyone around me? Goddamn information overload. I'm a recovering information junky. The nonsense streams into me and I helplessly channel it to the rest of you, a digital sneeze brought on by the information bug.

What's that you say? A story? Maybe I do have a story or two. I feel these things in me, sometimes a glimmer in the darkness, sometimes a heavy and uneasy gravity, always mysterious. I let them bubble and ooze beneath the surface, but lately it feels like something just might boil over.

We'll have to wait and see.