Drafts

Reading.

The line “I no longer keep a blog” shakes me to full consciousness as I realise I also fluctuate in my ‘keeping’ of a blog. They are active and unforgiving beasts these blogs. If not kept, and kept well, they wither and fade until it reaches the point that the date on the last post mocks you and you can no longer face the flickering cursor.

There are drafts of course.

Unpublished, if that’s the word for the moment you click ‘save’, they sit there suggesting you could just drop it in. Keep the flame alive, even if it’s just one reader basking in its meagre warmth. Drafts probably should be left in the backend of the thousands of webhosting services. Let them be mute witness to the vast edifice sitting behind the colossal beast that is our online lives

Drafts.

I enjoy the homophone. I imagine these scribblings blowing about on ephemeral scraps of paper. Flowing freely, a cool draft from a tapped out spring.

This one’s served its purpose though. The well is replenished. The timer reset.

‘Save’