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I' ve taken my lap-top to bed with me, so I'm curious to see how this will work. Never attempted to write on it while in bed before. Sort of nifty. Also makes me feel a tad safer, for reasons I completely understand but do not wish to go into here.
This is a sort of personal essay - the type you might see in The New Yorker or the OP-Ed section of a newspaper or maybe on a blog. Except with more typos and no editors or betas (the webhead term for editor) and zero fact-checking. A personal essay can receive comments or letters in response, but isn't really expecting them and the writer is unlikely to respond. Or at least that's how I distinguish a personal essay from a normal rambling journal entry.
Also while it may be based on my experience, it also reflects my perceptions of other's experiences or what they've relayed to me and what I remember, and memory being what it is, that may or may not necessarily be accurate or what the person said. In short what lies within this post is my own opinions and thoughts on the matter, my own musings. Nothing more or less than that.
Over the last few weeks, perhaps longer, I've been reflecting on the nature of friendship. How it changes. Which makes sense, considering everything in life changes if we think about it. Nothing stays the same. There's a couple Robert Frost poems that comment on that theme. I've been told that life is a bit like a book, each new page introducing something new to the work. Each word a new variable. I think friendship has the same quality.
[Updated - I removed the VM spoilers, sorry, forgot people haven't watched the first half of S2 yet. They are gone now.]
( a rambling essay on the loss of friendship )
This is a sort of personal essay - the type you might see in The New Yorker or the OP-Ed section of a newspaper or maybe on a blog. Except with more typos and no editors or betas (the webhead term for editor) and zero fact-checking. A personal essay can receive comments or letters in response, but isn't really expecting them and the writer is unlikely to respond. Or at least that's how I distinguish a personal essay from a normal rambling journal entry.
Also while it may be based on my experience, it also reflects my perceptions of other's experiences or what they've relayed to me and what I remember, and memory being what it is, that may or may not necessarily be accurate or what the person said. In short what lies within this post is my own opinions and thoughts on the matter, my own musings. Nothing more or less than that.
Over the last few weeks, perhaps longer, I've been reflecting on the nature of friendship. How it changes. Which makes sense, considering everything in life changes if we think about it. Nothing stays the same. There's a couple Robert Frost poems that comment on that theme. I've been told that life is a bit like a book, each new page introducing something new to the work. Each word a new variable. I think friendship has the same quality.
[Updated - I removed the VM spoilers, sorry, forgot people haven't watched the first half of S2 yet. They are gone now.]
( a rambling essay on the loss of friendship )
