I have started about four or five blogs and deleted them all when I realized that I have nothing to say. If you're ever near me ever, you would find this difficult to believe--that I have nothing to say. Maybe I should be more explicit--I have nothing meaningful to say. Even now I can't think of anything to add to this.
In an attempt to find something meaningful, I've begun obsessively reading news sites. Just about the only thing I have to say in response is "What?!" Probably some of the most meaningless letters ever assembled to create a word. Never useful or meaningful in any situation.
I feel like this problem deserves some philosophizing. Some clever or smart observation about me or the state of the world. But I am becoming increasingly fond of Nabokov's line "Philosophy is the invention of the rich." Or even better, from Shakespeare himself , "Hang philosophy!" And of course I'm not entirely sure either of these phrases are appropriate (when in Rome.)
I came here in sunglasses and I'm leaving without. It sounds poetic enough. And since it seems to have no immediately discernible meaning, it must be poetry. And by the same logic it must also be philosophy, as it is just as mysterious in meaning.
And those are my thoughts for today.
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