Those Might-Have-Beens

"It’s an illusion to think it would have been simple to change. ... Memory grows, a refuge, a solace, a repository so vast that what happened and what almost did begin to blur."

-- Roger Cohen at The New York Times

Friends

With PolitiCartoons flatlining, I find myself looking for another forum in which I might enjoy some fun discussion. I no longer hope for Queensugars and Furtives and Christies and Jenas and Anouks and Kanadas and Oleander Rues, but I could use some friendly voices and easygoing chitchat. However, it does not look like there is anything left on LiveJournal, so that I might have to start hunting elsewhere throughout Cyberspace to find something. Since Cyberspace is a vast place, a little optimism might seem warranted, but is there really anything out there besides Facebook and Twitter?

I am afraid that I am only kidding myself anyway. It was only a happy fluke that I was able to make some good chemistry with others in my early blogging years. Aside from being old and poor, my thought process is and always has been too idiosyncratic, which is one of the sad consequences of being a lifelong loser and a loner. I am only good for talking with the voices in my head. It at least gives me something to blog about.

But this hunger to connect with others is real. Last night, I even dreamed about it. I was with Gary, the Gary of Yokota days. Maybe it was his house. His mother is part of the dream, even though I cannot recall ever meeting her in real life. I was trying to get Gary into the habit of blogging regularly, presumably so that we could read each other and exchange pleasant humorous comments, but it was as though this dream-Gary was a morph between him and Jack, for he had the same immediate and total aversion to writing and keeping a journal. Gary did not want anything to do with it. I just cannot make friends, not even in my own dreams.

The Natural World

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