Yesterday in my manhole in Richmond, I discovered bones and didn’t announce it to the world, but kept it private. They were bones of my past and real dirty and grimey. Which do we prefer pictures of our past in relief or pictures in get ups on script? I say in relief then we’re free to puruse them at our lesisure and at our own pace. If we announce it to the world, then the world’s pace begins to announce itself. That’s why as a writer I prefer to remain unpublished except for a few dainties that are non-discriminatory which no one, not even me, can claim. I have them on my resume for they are research bound but not one is true to me, you can’t find an article of me in it. That’s why they are published. And if I used my name on this blog, I wouldn’t write. I like anonymity do you?
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