new blank book

Every so often, one journal is filled to the last page and retired, at which point a new, entirely blank, you might even say virgin journal, emerges into the spotlight. Ready for scribbles, whether they be inane musings (a la this blog) or deep philosophical crap (a la this blog), the beginnings or middles or endings of as-yet untold tales. Snippets of conversations, overheard lyrics, eavesdroppings and scandals and secrets and promises. Stray thoughts, and thoughts reigned-in. The past, present, and future, sometimes mixed so blatantly as to be unrecognizable. Lies, too, don't forget the lies. White lies, tall tales, slips of the tongue (or pen). Strangeness and oddities and curiosities (a la the Museum of Curiosities, which you'll first see in Midnight), and the occasional misplaced belief. It's all in there, as yet undiscovered, unseen, and unknown. But not unknowable. Join me on this journey of discovery...