Post Scriptum
And, by the way,
I HAVE NOT YET FOUND A TOPIC FOR MY BLOG.
Would you help me, please?
Now I feel just like Estragon, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. That's so… sad? depressing? But I can guarantee you that in my life – I mean, in my flesh-y life – I am NOT like that.
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[Skip to the latest comment]Hey – this is a great photoblog
16 Nov 2004, 21:47
Thank you very much Charles – BTW, your pictures from Rome are very beautiful!
The problem is that I don't want my blog to be a photoblog. I want it to be something more, something special, I want to write something interesting… but I cannot find a topic.
It's three days I've been searching for a topic that fits, but nothing.
Ouch, life is so hard!
16 Nov 2004, 22:02
You know what, I think your blog is becoming a blog about searching for a topic for a blog. How's that for a blog topic? Kind of like your "box within a box" analogy.
16 Nov 2004, 22:04
I knew you would have been the first to get it!
Yes, that's what I want it to be, a search!
Great, isn't it?
16 Nov 2004, 22:17
Well, a search – indeed, as your Proustian blog title suggests. Or perhaps you could be Dante, guiding us through the "circles" of Warwick (especially, in view of your research, providing a modern version of Cantos 15 and 16 of "Inferno"). Of course, you could do what most bloggers do, and turn it inwards – in search of "the self" (in all meanings of that phrase) or even "the selves" (something which a blog allows you to have). That way you can write about what you like, but always offer analysis of its larger meaning. (And as for the rain in Warwickshire, I guess you can be pleased it doesn't rain burning coal!)
17 Nov 2004, 01:22
The search is an epic one – and it's never gonna finish.
Yeah, I could say something about my dissertation, but why? I am still studying it, and have no conclusions or definitive truths to tell.
Turn it inward… mmm… and then my blog would become a home–made version of the Big Brother – but with no winners. What's the point? What for? To satisfy someone hunger for someone else's life? In the end is always like that – you finish to do what other people want you to do.
I don't know.
Today I am reflective.
17 Nov 2004, 15:05
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