Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Perhaps it is because I have reached a certain age I now feel I have something to say. Or maybe it has nothing to do with my age and more to do with circumstance and ambition. Ambition? Yes, why not? Ambition to be heard, seen, remembered. A little bit of space in which I can ramble, post poems, short stories, novel extracts or paintings. Who knows, maybe in a gazillion years someone may stumble across this little piece of me by pressing the wrong button or taking a wrong turn. Maybe someone on their equivalent of Time Team will be discussing and guessing what life must've been like way back in the 21st century. Good luck to them.