A Change of Context

So, as far as anything I'm doing here, it's nothing groundbreaking or edge leading.  Just like so many times before, I'm simply laying down words as they come into my head.  The only difference is in going to a different place and typing in a different name and password.  As far as any actual sort of activity on my part though, I'm still just banging on these same plastic keys, just like before, and words come stumbling out, haphazardly like some freshly minted drunk, navigating the boulevard.

And just like that, the difference vanishes, just so much exhaled smoke, wafting in an inky night sky.  It's nothing more now than a matter of historical fact:  I used to type meaningless drivel into one interface over there, now and henceforward, I type meaningless drivel into this interface over here.  Done and done.  Just one more moment speeding past the bleeding edge of the current one in which all observable action dwells. 

Here, I'm totally free.  Here, I can spin cartwheels and play hop-scotch through lazy, meandering sentences.  Here, I can muse that maybe in the right company, a meal can become something akin to a religious experience, something worth suffering for, a redemption.

It's so drab and plain, but it's mine, and it's fresh and new and it's freedom like a summer afternoon in childhood can be free.  The sky, as they say, is the limit.

Advancing the agenda of the word...

...s in my head, that is.  Not exactly sure how I ended up here or what it is that I think I might somewhat anonymously do here, but here I am and here we are I suppose, to anyone reading along.  Might as well do something with words.

And the operative word here, by which I mean the word, operative, feels a nice fit.  I'm certainly no word administrator or word treasury secretary.  No, one among a vast network of unsung, underground operators is more than generous enough.  And every time I look up at the name of this thing, the words "dope" and "doper" spring to uncomfortable focus; not sure why it's uncomfortable, but I can't deny it.

Anyway, that's me, more or less.  Let's see what kind of poop this piggy will churn out.