tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13837841736008337652011-12-31T14:18:17.134-07:00my lonely journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17142429610362137187noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1383784173600833765.post-2786647026562462242011-12-31T14:09:00.002-07:002011-12-31T14:18:17.153-07:00<blockquote>Happy New Year. I'm back. Today is bright and windy. If this journal were supposed to be a log of my life, it would be a failure. Three times now I've deleted my past entries and started from scratch. But this is not a log of my life. This is an impulse. Someday I will have no ideas about anything. No ideas about life or art, morality, society, religion. I will be free then. I feel strange, stupid and hypocritical, when I put forth my ideas backed by my shallow and fleeting passions. If I had no ideas at all, I might not be so ashamed of the huge spaces between what I say and what I do, what I want to be and what I am.</blockquote><p><span style='color:#999999; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial,Verdana,Sans-Serif;'>posted by <a href="mailto:pettyquarrel@gmail.com">pettyquarrel@gmail.com</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1383784173600833765-278664702656246224?l=pettyquarrel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>my lonely journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17142429610362137187noreply@blogger.com