So the wheel of
time keeps turning, and once more there comes the painful time when one must
look back into his past achievements and take measure of his worth. And,
looking back over my shoulder, blog-wise, there’s not much to be seen… nor to
be said. Just the vast empty space of posts unwritten, the silent digital
wasteland of unfulfilled ideas, of promises unkept. As one year dissolves into
another in the vertiginous movement of our rock around the sun, again there
seems to be a springtime of the mind. A whispered promise that everything will
be different this time. Will it? Or will it be just the same newfound impetus, bound
to die on the first confrontation with the empty sheet of virtual paper on
screen? Does it matter? To anyone but me? Will 2022 be just 2021 with a new
coat of paint? Let’s wait and see. Let us brave it, and find out. Welcome to
the new year.
