The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Reality even on a sunny day
by Regis Boff
Contrary to the prevailing belief that there is a “now,” I understood for the first time last night that only “then” exists. It befell me while watching a 1969 Simon and Garfunkel video.
My blog friends must now juggle the ambiguous reality of an absent present.
I assume that anyone who reads what I write, with any routine, is barely tethered to reality even on a sunny day.
So this refitting will be pretty easy.