It is not a rant. I will not treat you as a silent enemy, a punching bag.
The Gray Space has no illusions of grandeur. I will not speak as if the world were listening.
It is not a show. I will not try to entertain you.
Most of all, The Gray Space is not narcissistic.
Caravaggio, "Narcissus", Oil on Canvas, c. 1594-6
Narcissus, consumed by his own image, would not leave the shore from which he watched himself. Possessed by his beauty, he would stare into his reflection day after day. So, the legend has it, Narcissus would have looked himself in the eye as he died by that pool.
There is no life to be found inside oneself. So too, this blog will have no life if it simply serves as my reflection.
As a reminder to myself, I have chosen to write under the pseudonym Dorian Gray. The man who could not look at his image.
Ever since I was a child, when I did math, I would close my eyes and see sandbar green numbers, equations, formulae, scrawled across the blackboard of my eyelids.
When I would recall a verse of poetry, or a keyword on an exam, I would see it written in a deep blue.
And when I would ponder, philosophize, daydream and work through problems, I always found myself inside a vast Gray Space. In here, I can conjure up scenery, people, objects, worlds, or nothing.
And so, dear reader, cherished partner, this is all you will ever know about me. As I will know even less about you.
Welcome to The Gray Space. Please, come in, sit down. Let's fill it, together.
Yours,
d.
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