modest whys and wherefores

This blog has become a bit of a travelogue, which suits me fine. I don’t know what I thought it might be or become, but a few other bloggers have caused me to adjust my sails, so to speak, by their messages to me or by their own blogs. Montmartre started in homage to a site that no longer exists, that had a certain flavour, erotic and sensual, run just for fun by a woman from Toronto. The site is gone, and so is she – requiescat in pace.

Also, the posts I have made to this point have been from the past. A fellow blogger asked me if these posts were real; they are, but they are much more coherent here than they were in reality. I suppose I want them to be coherent, or at least I want myself to be coherent in them. I am discovering that as I read others’ blogs, the present also may have a place for me, so I am about to meander in that direction. “Meander” is the operative word: this is likely to be far from a linear journey, with much to and fro between past and present, between one continent and the next. So be it. I think it will remain true to its original conception, though – an arrondissement of the mind, and therefore without boundaries.