This one

the shabbiness of my shoes or the sounds of city traffic,

but no, no

for in this jump into unthinking loquacity
I detect boredom for everyone
and the kind of personal junk mail that I don't wish to impose
even if it is encouraged.

No

what I like about writing for my weekly homepages
on the ellipsis website
is the chance to write publicly my most considered thoughts
in the so-called 'rough',
but to me informative, forms
in which they occur while thinking and while writing as a live process,
a record of 'what happened'