So, what of blogging?

Is it just self-indulgent?  Or does someone actually gain something from my little bumblings? Is it you?  Well, whatever.  I feel like blogging again, so I will.  I think it's something about the beginning of the school year that harkens me back.

Gosh. I don't know what to say. There is a lot to say.  RISD, running, o captain, Boston, the college scramble, the new classes, the new outlook, new, new, old.  Bike accident, the moon, sexuality, maybe love, maybe love abandoned.  Rubber chicken, glass candy.  Graphic novel, sexism.  Six feet under. The car, the driving, the deer, autobahn. Reunion. My father.  Little sister, big sister.  Trash can. New clothes, new new new new.  Black hole, but finding white.