Sometimes we forget that what we do is only for one person. One person. We write, we podcast, we record. The audience is a sole human being sitting in front of their computer screen. The chance is strong that it will be one person reading what you write, draw or illuminate through blogging.
I remembered that tonight.
I lost track.. forgot what I was doing. In haste everything became dishevelled, mixed up and rather foolish to say the least. Will I find my voice again? Yes. It has always been my voice writing here.
Narrowing down. Refining to find purity? Sounds processed!
Evolution is a process. It is not inherantly perfect the first time around or evolution would cease to exist. Period.
Did I lose track of time or have I become an evolutionary agent Jecklin?