It’s not that nothing interesting happened in August.
Maybe because it was unusually busy, or maybe because I’m becoming increasingly lazy, it will all go unrecorded for now—my faithful reader will have to wait.
Bits of August 2011 will undoubtedly get stuck in with other bits of experience and show up in this space eventually as a woven object of some sort.
For now, it’s all being held in reserve, maybe even fermenting without my knowing.
And, once again, a month will appear in the archive list with an embarrassed look on its face.
I have to admit, though, that as I watch the world through my own little eyes, more and more often I am simply speechless. And more and more I feel as if I’m drowning in other people’s words.
