by departing ghetto-blog-guest-abulous Abe Goldfarb
Well. What a strange thing it's been to do this blog. A handful of cop-outs, one or two genuinely provocative postings, an awful lot of navel-gazing. This is, I suppose, the recipe for a fortnight in the life of a blog. Despite how irretrievably sexy you all clearly are, I can't imagine I shall ever be doing this again; most of the things I need to say, I don't reckon can or should be said in this format. If that sounds precious, it's probably because it is. I'm in my element during a rehearsal, or writing a story, or fucking the sleeve of my favorite jacket.
That was a joke. You can't express yourself by fucking the sleeve of your favorite jacket. Lord knows I've tried, but those days are over now.
In any case, it has been revelatory for me to engage in this; perhaps, if anything, it's revealed that I'm much more comfortable being someone else. Putting my own mind on display every day for the last two weeks (and really only scratching the surface, something you should all be quite thankful for) has been dreadful. But, okay, I HAVE enjoyed it a bit. It's nice not to have someone interrupt me during a screed on Korean film. It's fun to say something deliberately problematic (as I did with my directing post).
In any case, thanks for reading, if you have. Discourse is fun. Then again, I think failure is, too, so never mind.