So here we are, half-way through 2016, half-way through this iteration of Intimacy with the World.
I feel like I should have something profound to say about it.
All I've really got is this: I find this exercise somehow pleasurable. That it's not something I'm promoting this time---five years ago, I posted the link to Facebook every week, this year, I've told maybe 2 people at all that I'm doing it---makes it a sort of secret pleasure. This blog gets anywhere from 1 to 9 hits a day, depending, it seems, upon who is just randomly clicking on "next blog" at the top of the page they really wanted to see. But I'm guessing.
For the second half, as noted in last week's Saturday post, I'm stopping with the daily posting and reverting to my 2011 practice of posting on Saturdays. There is no good reason for doing so, even if I have my reasons for doing so. Just feels like the thing to do. Or, more accurately, it's one less thing to do each morning. So that's one reason.
I'm not exactly having any revelation about this iteration. I'm more aware of my alone-ness (not always loneliness, but sometimes that, too) at this stage in my life, and this exercise definitely grew from that feeling five years ago and that feeling is still there now. I still love the five-year-old realization that this was a documentation of a performance of alone-ness/loneliness performed for no audience. This seems to be the height of conceptual art, so maybe I've accomplished that. Maybe?
Anyway. It's fun. For me. And maybe that's all the justification I need to continue for a half year more.