The Search for Love in Manhattan

July 10, 2005

Faustus is away, still, and not coming back for many days. Without him, this blog wants a custodian, and such am I. A stand-in. A visitor. Was just passing through, thought I'd add a word or two. You know how it is.

And so, my introduction. I said I would, didn't I? I'm Matt, aight? Say hullo, Matt.

"Hullo, Matt."

Hilarious.

Matt, that is, of clan Walky Talky, just so you know which. Don't want any confusion; it wouldn't pay to mix us up. It's Matts-a-go-go in blogland, nowadays, oh ho, it's Matts-orama. Know what I'm saying? So damnably common that you can't swing a cat for us. (Don't know about you, but I'm always swinging cats, guys and gals, I'm hip to that cat-swinging action. I'm groovy, baby, so cool I'm frosting up. I'm no .)

Not just any Matt, right? I'm "two-way radio boy," as a darling lad put it, oh so long ago. A Matt of distant communication, a Matt who hangs out far away. Much too far to walk, too far as a crow might fly, but just a click away for all that; it's a small world, old chap, and shrinking daily. If you want a link to my scrawlings and photos and various outpourings, to that gradually-accumulating digital history, why, just look down and right.

(Sorry, but I was told to plug, it's not my fault, my notion, my doing. I'm only following Dr F's ordinstructions. Got no will of my own in this, right? Just a flunky, simply a tool.)

Oh my, what a rainy Sunday morning of a post this is, how vapid and without topic, caught up in solipsistic circularity, twirling around and around again, so consciously about nothing but its own trivial orthographic constraint. Frankly, I lost it way back; by now I don't know what I'm going on about. Do you?

Moving on.

That lack, that loss, that missing link; it's still in sight (or out of it), still holding sway, floating just past my grasp. Or a similar, anyway. An old pal not around, a trusty buddy in short supply.

What is it I'm looking for today? What am I lost without, sitting forlorn in front of my laptop, churning out this painful rubbish? Ah, don't worry about it, our chum won't stay away for good. Tomorrow is... oh, you know.

Posted by Faustus, MD at 11:52 AM

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Comments

1) Pascale Soleil said (on 07/10/05 at 02:57 PM):

Now I feel I should address you as "Misse."

2) Jess said (on 07/10/05 at 07:39 PM):

solipsistic circularity?

Well, you're at least channeling Faustus! :)

3) David said (on 07/10/05 at 07:41 PM):

I have no idea what that post was about. And yet, it was still rather entertaining. Carry on.

4) Hanuman said (on 07/11/05 at 10:17 AM):

Um....okay? (backing slowly away from my monitor, and towards sweet escape....)

5) Stairs said (on 07/11/05 at 02:20 PM):

Oh lord, you remember absolutely everything :)

6) matt said (on 07/11/05 at 04:14 PM):

In some matters, perhaps. Like what today is, for example :')

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