i could be here forever

(a ramble)
i feel like i should blog forever,
that the moment i stop i'll never start again...
i guess this comes from feelings of paranoia, from
having been outside for so long
that i reached my inner feelings
but i've got selfish concerns, like
i hope i don't make a mess tomorrow.
i should say
my thoughts are with my kids, too
what are they doing? how are they doing?
i might be here for the rest of my life,
my right temple, my left collarbone,
my left lip, and my breadbasket remind me
that it's really real.
what am i to do?
adjust,
settle in for the long haul....
do something different and daring than
what i've done for the past
eleven months
like what?
and what about the annoying constants
like fingernails and toenails and beard
keep growing and teeth need brushing
--what about flossing?--
but above it all the mind needs entertaining.
the beauty of the internet is
(as i've blogged elsewhere) is that it's
ubiquitous
and somebody has quipped,
nobody knows you're a dog
to which i might add,
nobody needs to know you're a crustacean
no one needs to know you're mad.
if stephen hawking writes whole books
one synthetic letter at a time
why can't i maintain a simple blog?
what does it mean, to settle in for the long haul?
to build relations with people that depend on technology,
on transport or telephony or the internet?