Mooched around trying not to think about this blog and resigned yesterday to doing just that.
Sad, or so I felt it to be.
Tomorrow's will be the last - I am certainly not going to be thinking of an August yesterday on the First of September - Do I try to go out with a yesterBANG?
And that para above is exactly what I didn't want to be writing (even though I asked the questions yesterday) The Academic talked 'diaries' at me and we maundered over loving lawyers, The Tempest and 'reading blocked'. Is writing or drawing the MAGIC of clarification? He speculated that I was doing these posts to cure a 'writing block'.
These posts were not the sort of daily where expressions of hope for the future had a part. I am, after all, writing in and of the very future of yesterday. I wanted to avoid the ' I ran out of yoghurt - bought food ' sort of thing as well, but tripped straight into the trap.
Of Yesterday: to avoid the rage or triumphs of the present, or, to put those rages and triumph into recent context. I find that Time is not so kind as to allow this caprice. Rage endures even while triumph fades.
I might have been brave enough to attempt my first idea - to write a daily piece about 'the day before yesterday'.