Touching is extra.

And I forgot that if you put my name into google and click or hit enter and close your eyes for a fraction of a second to allow google to work it's magic, you spot this in the top few results.

It is strange that just as I had assumed that this had faded into relative obscurity, save you happy few strangers who have persevered with this nonsense for years, the worst kind of renewed interest was revived in this place.

And it is a painful reminder that even though I do not publicise this publication any more and had assumed it to be quasi-private, it simply takes a curious mind to destroy this happy place of quiet.

However, I still refuse to password protect this. Things that I really, really don't want people to know about shouldn't be posted online anyway. There's ink on paper for that. Besides, I am far too vain and have grown far too attached to this place of ones and zeros to allow for the disappointment of the loyal happy few who still religiously voyeur this place.

As with everything else, this too shall pass. And at the end of it all, when all that's left is dust and memories, at least there's is this little public-private corner where honesty is in abundance and unashamed.


Move along now, I'm juz minding my own bizness, doing my own thang.