The End is Now

Rita came for friday. I saw Porcupine Tree. Saw a movie on sat. Went to the Bronx zoo with my mentee, Gilbert, on Sunday.

I have come to realize that life is far too short to blog about it. Therefore, instead of continuing with the mentality of thinking that my life is really that interesting and believing that I am such the center of attention that people need to read about me - and crave the attention, I have decided to end my 1 year attempt at blogging.

Thank you to all of you who have checked my blog over the previous years. If you want to find out what is going on, might I suggest you try the old fashioned way: write me a letter (35-51 38th Street, Apt2f, Long Island City, NY 11101), call me (646-703-4748) or even email me (jameswbacher(at)gmail.com).

Life is amazing...live it...don't blog about it!

As I sit there book in hand, sun on my skin, I am fooled into believing that winter will not come. Just as ignorance is stolen during youth, so is the feeling that the seasons will no doubt change.

So I remain, seated, listening, feeling, waiting for the first glimpse of fall, of ignorance lost. A leave falls from a nearby tree, a bird flies by with warmer weather on its mind, like a prelude to the snow that is nearly here. Ignorance lost.