3.30pm3:21pm..............................................................Thursday, 14 September 2000
Let's Begin.
Sitting here at the Grinning Gecko, I remind myself of the need to KISS--Keep it simple, stupid. Yes, let's just keep things simple and get this over with, shall we. I just have to consider the words of these two fellas, Barthes and Foucault, and reproduce some of their ideas on this piece of paper I have here in front of me. Don't think so much already now, let's just do it. Just write.
And yet, why am I still just sitting here, pen in hand, as if waiting for something to happen? Why do I seem to feel the need to work up an utterrance, to get the inspiration to write? It is as though I feel it needful to share something of myself, to leave a piece of me in this work, so as to give it a greater meaning. I don't want to be like a resounding cymbal, reverberating in an empty void. I have to say something that matters; when someone reads it, it has to speak well on my behalf.