And it happened yet again. I was thinking of PoleStar. I started writing about him. I wrote all about him, me, us. I deleted every single word. Portmanteau is right. Somethings are too private to be shared on a blog. It struck me yet again, that I can post my most intimate feelings, but I cannot post a single line about PoleStar.
In other news. My interests in marine biology have been rekindled. For a social philosopher, it does get too scientific at times. Judgemental perhaps? Let us see where this flirtation takes me. Then there is the question of loyalty. Is this interest a betrayal? I think not. It serves a purpose, quenches a thirst. I have no qualms in vocalising the fact that I am exploring new avenues to fulfill old desires. I make no promises of love and faithfulness. It is an experiment. And like all experiments, there is nothing objective, accurate or verifiable about it.
Setting marine biology (specifically Snap) aside for a short while, let me tell you about my StealthBomber. Tea and the mandatory exploration of fire exits and other unseen parts of a mall was refreshing. I do wish he wouldnt go off the radar ever so often. But then, he is a StealthBomber!