I Share So You Will
From 1997 to 2005, I used this unfolded cardboard box as a desk protector while I wrote in my journal or when I wrote letters. From 2005 to 2010, it sat underneath a pile of things to put into whatever journal I would write next, about 20lbs of scattered change, stacks upon stacks of prints and all the other little things that collected in my life. On one side today I noticed at some point over these 8 years from 97-05, I wrote, “Tell me a story.” On the other side I noticed at some other point in these years I again wrote, “Tell me a story.”
My words it appears sometimes repeat themselves. This for me is not always a pattern or something I am really conscious of as my love inside them, why I have written them, what I have written them on, who they were and weren’t for and why you received them or why they are here is always endlessly different, new and true. This is why I tell stories and why so often words aren’t all I use to tell them.
I first started a site in June of 2006 after more than a year without journals or letters. Exactly one year later and after 403 stories, I took them all down and started again here in June 2007 calling this site what I do now. It has been at least 5 years since I wrote these phrases, “Tell me a story” on that cardboard and part of that old site that is now no longer was titled:
