I figure for now I need a space to brush off my brain, something tangible that I can fixate on for those moments when my head is whirring with ideas, thoughts, musings, whatever term suites your fancy.
I don't think I've really contemplated too hard what exactly will go on this page, but I suppose that's what makes it exciting; the possibilities are endless. Much like my own mind I suppose that its going to be random and quite scattered, changing with my moods and my interests, which are vast. I hope to somehow make it cohesive someday, and perhaps even invite others that reside in my real life to read. As of this moment that thought sort of scares me, but again, I'm open to the feeling of being...uncomfortable. Its in these moments we change the most, or so it seems.
As for the title of the blog, I thought about it for a little while. As I tend to be very conscious of my word choice, I wanted something that was vague enough to encompass whatever I wrote about, yet still be meaningful. Dust is, as a noun, well, everything: particles that have collected from various corners of our lives- from our bodies, our belongings, the food we eat and everything else-and yet has the capability of being considered nothing at all. Honestly, when was the last time you thought of a "dust bunny" as being something worth holding onto? Of course its not, its the leftovers, a collection of pieces of nothing (and everything). As a verb, "to dust" usually refers to the mundane task of cleaning off the film of (capital L!) Life from items in our lives that are stationary, idle, or for all intents and purposes, stagnant. Its here too where I thought, this is precisely what I've been attempting to do with my life lately; dusting off the corners and baseboards, the abandoned cobwebs that have been slowly accumulating in my life. Whatever happens after that, I'm not quite sure, I just know there will be plenty of sick, black rags to toss away for good.
