Today I feel anything I would put here would be just too much or certainly not enough to portray the inner turmoil that has been mine of late. 


I notice I have a small list of blogs that I follow the people who own them don't write enough either.
 I occasionally see a little post in between two of mine. 
Maybe everyone has too much and too little to say to describe what they're feeling... 
That is to say if anything comes to the surface, everything will.
And we can't have that, now can we?


I do notice that twitter & other social sharing systems abound with little pieces of life, much of which is either clipped to keep it impersonal or far too descriptive of things no one needs to know, creating a dramatic existence in a psuedo-reality
What a mess of sharing too much and hiding too much we all are