Amidst the overwhelming intellectual chaos, intertwining with occasional tides of apathy here in the historical city of Oxford, when my studies have supposedly reached their peak this trimester, but in reality shrank down after I submitted my casual essay this afternoon and gave up on trying to do everything and a bit more than required, I’m starting to write this just another WordPress blog.
It might not be particularly popular or likeable. In fact, it might not be popular at all. But anyways. This anonymity, this idea that I’m sitting here, on my computer, writing a lengthy and sincere, open blog that is available for everyone, but appreciated by few, if any – it makes this whole process somewhat intimate. It’s like being in the middle of a rushing crowd, but in full presence with your good friend, or your loved one, or the simple fullness of life manifested in the ray of the sun, or a blossoming flower on the side of the street, or whatever – when you feel so lonely and detached from the society around you, and so intimate and in touch with the world at the same time. That is what it really feels like to write a blog that few people are likely to ever read.
Nevertheless, I very much hope this won’t be the last post here, least for the reason that it is rather often that I feel strong need for the quaint public intimacy I’ve mentioned before. Anyway, coming to here, I do have some thoughts on how the world could be a better place with what we already have and can do now, at this very moment. I’ll try to share some of my thoughts here, or at least something that resembles what I intend to share – because you never know what shape your thoughts will take before they actually do that. I’ll do my best to keep them reasonable.
Oh but hey! If no one’s going to read this blog anyway, why care?