CANT
No apostrophe to imply my inability to function. I function very well. I think.
Cant is a noun meaning 'empty, hypocritical talk', according to my Bibliophile's Dictionary, being the only dictionary I own. In coming entries I little doubt that the topics of choice will reflect why this word is appropriately assigned to this blog.
The goal being, of course, to put down on metaphoric paper my own musings on several things. Do my ideas matter? No. Not in a world where everyone is a pretentious windbag like myself, I don't expect them to matter at all. However since the Facebook Age is upon us and journal keeping has resorted to microblogging and status updates, this is the best I can do. I would hope someone might read this, provided that technology proves me wrong and does not fail. If it goes unread, this is of no consequence to me.
It all comes down to this; I'm fed up with the route we're taking to the end. I'm finding lately that I'm more comfortable with the archaic means of communication, the connection between generations through memory recording. While we may think we'll live forever through technology, the fact of the matter is that technology is only as mortal as its creator. I once kept a journal, which gave way to an online journal on that once ever popular site of yore, which in turn gave way to Facebook. I'm turning it around, and one day I will be hand writing again. This is just a step in that direction.
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