The cyber world simulates the other.
Society demands bells and whistles, words and content followers, comments and photos.
Those in the know, tell you what is best, what has value.
I just can’t go there. Mr. Jones can have what he has, and I will keep my minimal blog at the risk of being called “low hanging fruit”.
That way, I never have far to fall.
The other day I purged my reading list; people that I follow on WordPress. I hesitated at one by a Texas, desert dweller, Old Jules. I hadn’t read it in a while. However, I decided to keep it and I’m glad I did.
I read his post, The Nightmares of Acceptance.
He had once said that he did not write about his childhood. And that he never would.
Well, he did. Continue reading Cardboard Castles