I used to think better when writing with pen and paper than when typing on a keyboard. But that was a very long time ago.
I think we have become so accustomed to technical gadgeteries that these days they have become almost like natural extensions to our own anatomy.
So here I am lying in bed in front of a notebook typing aimlessly. There is this sudden urge to write. Anything. Everything. I think there is a difference between writing for an audiance and writing for yourself. This is one occasion of the latter.
I think we are allowed to be selfish... sometimes.
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Laurent
Interesting point - I think most of the conversations we have are with ourselves.
There is a great joy, however in communicating with people who understand us. But there is a philosophical point about the fact that we can never escape the 'self'
But....
Cogito ergo sum:)
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