My ego recedes slowly.
This is apparently what I do when I record myself in this way, in this space.
I will try to act with compassion.
The origin story of this site is a novel.
When I wrote it, I was a different person (so were you). I aspired to communicate something about the person I was. I aspired to only exhibit works that were as good as I could make them.
It was the official website of Leslie K Ernest.
Call that, phase I.
Then I entered a dark time. I recorded some sounds. I wrote the words that ended up being revised and collected in Shambolic Wind Chimes.
I called that phase Debris From My Mind, to demonstrate my awareness that I wasn’t making an effort to make things that were entertaining or accessible.
Call that phase II.
I have come to believe that communication is largely a mirage we create to comfort ourselves.
It is a graceful mirage built from what is best about us. Awe-inspiring. Tragic.
If communication is a mirage, what do I put in this space?
Call this, phase III.
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