W h a t   a r e  t h e s e   t h I n g s ?   Disjointed words, broken into letters without homes. The space in between is very personal because it is not empty, but rather filled with the anxiety of perfectionism, fear, and the inevitable failure of one’s abilities to live up to their ideals.

All of this is a rather abstract, perhaps pompous, entry into a simple, personal project: 200 words. Put down two hundred words per day on this blog. Why make a personal project public? Simply because knowing that these words will be ‘out there’ raises the very demons I am trying to exorcise: Judgment and its brother Fear. The prose will have to be readable, perhaps meaningful, and even edited slightly. Whatever is necessary.

Some of the aims of this project have already been stated: discipline, anxiety control etc. Ultimately, however, the purpose is to have no purpose or goal. My hope is that the process becomes its own meaningful end, and enjoyable again. When the ends take over, there is little less enjoyable than being and doing under their authoritarian rule. In this chosen academic life, being and writing are intertwined; perhaps, by disciplining writing I can discipline being and Be without end.