I’ve already thought about how my blog would end
I’ve already thought about how my blog would end.
It would be the 100th or 200th blog and I would handle it tastefully. It would be funny but tinged with nostalgia and contain a quiet gravitas that revealed a bittersweet irony. The last sentence would be short and piquant. Three or four words.
I’d be living in a different place, have more grey in my hair and more lines around my eyes. I would be wise enough to know that I had still a lot to learn but underneath my modesty I would know that I had been immodestly successful at everything I had done.
I didn’t imagine my last blog would never see the end coming. I would run on ungrammatically like all the other blogs and then stop like a cancelled TV show.
Looking back I guess I could wring a little pathos out of the last image – sitting on a train, reading a book, going in an unknown direction but we’d all see through that.
So clearly that wasn’t my last blog. I just got a little caught up with the random stuff which doesn’t sound very interesting until you put them together in a random list.
Random list of what Viyki did:
Made a kinetic sculpture that didn’t really move
Scribbled and doodled in my studio
Brought six bunches of daffodils and four bunches of narcissus
Entertained buying a mis-matched pair of trainers because I really liked them
Went to every other shoe shop in central london and Hackney trying to find the same trainers
Talked to a jewellery maker about silver wire
Wrote a wordy blog with a quote by Plato in it but thought better of it