An Apology for Writing
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Hi.
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I'm writing tonight
on the matter
of why exactly
I am writing.
Overkill, really.
I know.
But since I'm already
so irksomely self-conscious,
let me start
with an apology.
Some people write to entertain...
I'm afraid I don't do that.
Not much, anyway.
Some people write to inform...
I could do that
but I'm afraid to nowadays.
Some people write
because they want
to sell you toothpaste.
Or salvation.
Or insurance.
Or little toys
with wind-up angel wings.
Er...
I guess I'm not trying
to do that here, either...
...although those wind-up angelwings
sound cute.
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I'm afraid
I suspect
I mostly write
With the same motivations
As a teenage vandal.
That is, I think
I write
to say
"Rem was here."
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There.
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Sigh...
Forgive the indulgence.
You don't have to read
any of my later work
If you feel betrayed already.
But I HAD to write that down.
It felt like
it was the only way
to get out of the existential funk
I'd been wallowing in since Glorietta.
Rem was here.
God put Rem here.
And in my own messed up way
I guess I cite
this act of writing
as an act of thanksgiving/apology.
Really, I can't get over the fact
That God put me here,
in the position to write about
the fact that I am here.
Er... my head is spinning.
Thanks anyway, God.
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And oh, thanks, God,
for the patience
of the person reading this.
Strange as it may seem to do so,
I guess I'll also thank You
for enhancing the glory of that person
by putting me here, in a position
to appreciate his or her patience.
And there goes my head again.
Thanks, God.
For the gift of being
to appreciate the fact of being.
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I suppose I've used up enough of the reader's time?
I'd like to wrap up now by saying
Thank you, kind reader.
I'm sorry.
for being so darned self indulgent.
I'm glad that you read this far.
You're amazing.
Thank you.
Thank you for being.
Yours, Rem.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Agoo, La Union
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