Time for something new.

MyName is Lily, and I'm a weblogaholic.

Hi Lily.

This may sound a bit too hypocritical to be taken seriously, but I'm here because I'm sick of MyLife being displayed on a web page. Naive, I know.

Let me elaborate.

When did a MySpace profile become a more favorable substitute than a telephone call, getting coffee, or writing a letter to keep up on how our friends are doing? I find I am far too guilty of making a person's web page an easier alternative to actual face to face interaction, and that is fucked up.

Fighting fire with fire also seems a bit fucked up, too. That may be what I am doing, and if I come to that realization someday, I vow to only write down MyThoughts on salvaged scraps of paper, put them in glass bottles and throw them out to sea hoping they'll land with someone, somewhere. You know, old school blogging.

Regardless of the fact that I may just be creating a different dish to feed the same horrible appetite, I'm done. There is only one thing I'll miss from it all (aside from all the precious amounts of MyTime wasted away floating through MySpace.) I'll miss blogging. It keeps me writing.

So, now that I have made MyCase--this place is MyEscape from the commercialization of MySelf via MySpace, while still giving me the ability to write in a fairly public forum--I will now make a promise.

I will no longer make a logo of MyName, a brand of MyMind, or a virtual reality of MyLife. I am sick of this need in our society to compartmentalize everything about ourselves in order to fit into and keep up with this ever-growing, unstoppable world. We can't even put a fucking space in MySpace.

I am simply trying to slow down, step back, and put the spaces back into my life.

I need my space.
My name.
My art.
My mind.

My life.