You Can't Write Anywhere - And Can't Not Write..

 There's nowhere you can write, is there?

 Life now is endless devouring.

 So much on offer all the time.

Like my kids eating sugar all the time.  In one day they will have more sugar than we'd have had in a month when I was a kid.  I'm not measuring quantities as a nutritionist.  I'm just talking about the extra 'sweet things' that kids get now that we didn't.

Ice cream was a treat.  The family couldn't afford it. We didn't have it at home. There was none in the fridge. In my early years there was no fridge.  During the course of ordinary life we didn't get any, didn't see any - there were no fridge/freezer/displays in every place  you went - and didn't ask for any.

And you can throw weekends into that, too.

Holidays.  A treat.  You'd ask for and get an ice cream. Parties. Birthdays. Xmas.

You can put chocolate in that category, too. Exactly.

We had boiled lollies. We called them that.  Elsewhere they're called other things but in the western world, I think, they're always the same thing: boiled flavoured, coloured, sugar.  We had that.  When we had 'a treat'. When we had pocket money to spend.

Far, far from the normal course.

But now?  My children tonight ate a bowl of chocolate (two squares of a block of milk chocolate), icecream (two tablespoons) and jelly (gelatine, the americans got some other name for it, 'jelly' to them is 'jam' to the British. I forget their name.  Made with gelatine.  And water. And flavour. And sugar. ).

Three things that were reserved for Xmas, Easter, Birthdays and Special occasions.  For them: everyday. A nothing.

Well now there's a new treat. That we can revel in. That I think many of us do revel in. And many of us don't, because we don't know.

But it is the internet. The Internet. The Web.

The Miracle.

The Paradigm shift.

Anything we want to know we can press a button and find  out.

And aren't we going for it..    It's alive. The Web. It's alive.  It's seething. It's boiling. It's bubbling.

And that's only on the top. That's what we see. That's what our facile, frantic 'commentators' can see when they've no time to see any more, any further, any deeper.

In the depths there's millions (or billions?) busy educating themselves on the net. Pursuing their own interests. Following their noses. Or following their instincts. Following their proclivities. Following their destinies.

Searching, seeking, learning, knowing.

Creating knowledge: compiling assessments, statistics, data, correspondences, coincidences, relationships, significancies....

It's going on. It's a welter.

Almost a suffocating welter.  We almost drown in it.

Don't know if we're drowning in confused anguish or fainting in an ecstasy of enlightenment.

Need to speak.  Utter. Say something.

But we can't can we?

Because if you once start telling the truth there's no end to it.

And you'll reveal your whole life.

Which means revealing the people in your life.

And your interactions with them...

What is said, what is thought, what is intended, what is hoped...

The whole bag.

It can't be done, can it?

But something has to be done.

To break the wall of silence.