Surrealist (or what i like to call surrealist) writing or free form writing has taken a back seat in my usual fare. The need to write in this self adopted new fangled form of pseudo serious journo/factual blogging style has made me feel tied up by preventing me from excercising complete free will when i write. This is once aspect i miss when i think of the days when the Lair was my regular abode to let loose in. Maybe it’s called self discipline. Maybe i was way too open when I wrote on the Lair.
The Lair, like a room lived in for too long, developed its own claustrophobic feel. It had accrued too much of luggage and clutter that couldn’t be thrown out. And eventually i sought to escape its shadowy insides for a while. Its been a good few months now and i hardly ever feel like returning there. Maybe i never will.
So yeah, thats pretty much what I wanted to say. This is a selection of the various header pics I’ve had on the Lair over time. Vote for your favourite.
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