Requests were tendered for a photo of me on the bike but I suffered an uncharacteristic bout of reticence and couldn't quite bring myself to ask anyone to take the necessary photograph. I couldn't swallow the slightly foolish feeling which arose when I considered asking someone to take the snap. And I definitely couldn't swallow the absurdly proud goofy grin which lopped onto my face everytime I got on the bike. Poop poop and all that. By the way, I think I deserve more kudos for actually hopping on the bike...Anyway, I think it's time for a profile photo on this blog. The question is, do I post an image of myself looking quite dashing and respectable and employable and chat-uppable? Believe it or not, photos like this do exist. Should I post something joking and foolish in order to signal that I'm not taking this whole caper too seriously, that I came of age in the mid-nineties and will never shift out of the rut of self-deprecating irony? Or should I post an image of someone or something else entirely to show just how shifting and transient identity can be. A picture of my cat or a road sign or Greta Garbo or some earplugs or somesuch. These are the questions I am asking myself. Any suggestions welcome.
2 comments:
This post, and its proximity to the profile describing your lack of a vehicle licence for any craft, begs the question – why are you driving?
it's a wind in the air wild and free kinda posture
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