“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
― L. Frank Baum

It’s been a long time since I rock ‘n’ rolled an actual blog.

Back before tweeting into the void became the rage, and all those mindless hours reblogging obscenities on tumblr, the internet was a simpler place. I chronically chronicled a full year in the infancy of Blogger; I ran bleeding edge subversions of WordPress installations, now horribly outdated.

This time I’m stripping it right down. Currently typing this sentence into a text editor, and using Jekyll to generate static HTML code pushed through GitHub Pages. A touch inconsequential though really.

The future unfolds. We are all travellers in time.

In forging ahead new pathways are formed. For the past few days I have been learning this song on the piano—a slow process as I am pretty terrible still—and day after day, note after painstaking note I can almost feel the neurons falling into line.

And in this way we too press on; we align. Pathways to the past. Branching untold futures.

A new dawning every day.