I am taking April off from Disperser Tracks, from reading blogs, from Facebook, from Twitter, and from the Internet in general. I plan to return (virtually) live on May 1st.
Meanwhile, I scheduled a few posts (like this one) to go live during April . . . like a blog heartbeat of sorts.
I should mention, I am not monitoring comments. I will eventually read them in May, but if anyone has a question, the best bet is to send me an e-mail.
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We have not done so for some time now, but we used to visit antique stores pretty regularly. When I don’t see dolls, I see other depictions of the human condition.
I wonder where she is going . . . but, no; I don’t mean paintings. I mean masks.
I spent some time trying to line up holes with the eyes openings; it only worked out for a few.
We all wear masks. Or, in these Internet days, we hide behind a fake name, fake identity, or fake persona. I think that is one of the reasons the Internet has exploded as it has . . . us people afflicted with outer ugliness and them people harboring an inner ugliness have both found a playground where we feel safe to interact. . . or attack.
It’s nothing new, of course, but the Internet really has unleashed the best and worst in people. My advice? Avoid them who burden your life with darkness.
If you can . . . go for the smiles.
Still, be aware humans are actors at heart . . .
. . . adept at taking on many roles to mask our inner sadness . . .
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