I'm dedicating this to Maggy, who in a facebook message gently reminded me of a desire I ardently expressed a few months ago, namely to start blogging again. It had since been dampened by the onslaught of exams and general cantebrigian chaos, but she must have caught me on a good moment, feeling vaguely spontaneous and unafraid.
That last word is a lie, but I liked the metre.
So why am I starting this blog? I was going to avoid the question in order to give myself the false security of thinking I knew why, but really I should tease it out into words, for thoughts I have that aren't pinned down by language tend to run amok, only to crouch somewhere in the mists of my subconscious to jump out again, unrecognisable (due to me not having recognised them in the first place!) in a joker suit.
That last sentence whispered in my ear that I may be writing this blog because I want to play with words. Maybe that's the extent of it, and all the other motives are superfluous, a sheen I've convinced society and myself is real. For I was about to add - I want to want to do more than play with words, I want to engage with the world, to be engaged with the world, for I've been living as a singleton for too long, consuming academia not for its own sake but for the transferable skills I can milk out of it, clogged up subjectivity aloof from the Objective (if it's there), and I figured some PDA was appropriate from the off.
'Engage with the world' is a beautiful yet verging on vacuous phrase since I don't entirely know what I mean by it.
In conclusion - I'm writing a blog to figure out why I'm writing a blog, and I'm more than exited about it.
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