revelation

La Metamorphose De Narcisse

Salvador Dali 1904-1989

It started out benign enough. Benign and anonymous. But somehow it got away from me, and now, it seems, that Enchanted has evolved into something else. Something more personal. A journal so to speak. A journal that others peer over the shoulder to read. Or at least that is the perception from this point of view.

 

Is this a good thing? I’m not sure yet. It’s just so difficult to write in cipher all the time, so I’m not. Anymore. Actually I think I stopped being so enigmatic quite some time ago. The secret language of benign and anonymous just slipped away quietly, and I became me without even knowing that that was what I was doing.

 

Darn. And I did so want to keep my self concealed.

Or did I?

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