Who am I? Who are you? What is this?

The first question is irritatingly undefinable, and only answerable with certain constraints and limitations. The second question is as yet unknown, although more likely known by you than by me. At this time, at least. And the last question is perhaps the only one in which I can hope to satisfy, because I thought of this two hours ago and have spent the intervening time fleshing the idea out.

The Avelace Times.

This is a special corner of the internet. Special because I get to have it just for me, I get to use it to keep select thoughts and memories and preserve them in as pure a form as possible. It will be a record of my days and nights and all the inbetweens. It will be a place where I feel challenged to write and to create coherency from the jumble that is my mind. It will be a place where I can see my growth when some days I feel stuck, as if my body has been left in a peat bog without my noticing.

Peat bogs are banned here. Other things that are banned include malicious thoughts, defeatism, peanut butter, and people who opt to get their ice cream in a cup when the cone is available to them.

I can't think of a sufficiently clever way to end this post, so here it goes. Happy end of January.