Though now I have inadvertently replied with that which I said I wasn’t gonna say to begin with. If I had a super villain, it seems, it would be myself.

Anyway, I assume your note was referring to the vagueness of my entries. I sound vague because (1) I am currently writing for myself and no one else, although I don’t mind if others enjoy reading what I write. (2) I am writing to work out my own confused feelings. If you think the entries are vague, you should see how they start out in my mind. By the end I usually feel clearer (3) I am sometimes working out concepts that cause me embarrassment, even shame and guilt. So they are sometimes hidden even from myself. Giving myself permission to play with words allows me to see what I hide from myself.

Hope the vagueness doesn’t frustrate you. Don’t feel obliged to keep reading mine just because I read yours (Which i’m enjoying btw). If you do, I would recommend you just allow yourself to sense the feelings and impressions without worrying about concepts, facts or details. Or approach it as you would a surrealist work. Dali’s melting clocks was either a very inaccurate depiction of clocks, or a very true depiction of the fluidity of time. I generally don’t care if what you read is different from what I write. Remember what you yourself said, that people don’t always remember what you write but they sure remember how you make them feel.

The looming silence was a device I was using to refer to all of the following: my lack of entries; my slipping into depression; the sense of isolation that accompanied the depression.