For exactly four years, I have said herein anything I have wished to say.
With no specific direction, goal or purpose, I started doing Perge Modo not as a service to others but as a service to myself.
I have learned that through the activity of writing in this format, a person can learn an awful lot about himself. It's like applying finger paint to a mirrored image of one's face and wiping it off the glass knowing you'll sit down and do it again tomorrow with slightly different results. Some colors get caught in the crevices of the frame. I don't notice this build-up, but you, the reader, see it, and begin to make an assessment about my character based on the accumulation of what I have not cleaned up. What I have unintentionally left behind. You find the coins in the sofa. The hair in the brush. The sock in the dryer. And you begin to know me despite the veil or the soft lighting.
I've enjoyed the truth and fiction and mystery and fun of it all. Most of all, I have enjoyed meeting all of you.
I can't think of any good reason to stop doing this.