Wyatt Baldwin

These blog posts are slices through time, slices through my mind. They capture a moment, a dim reflection of complete and beautiful (if sometimes dark) thought/feeling.

So much is lost in the translation from what I’m freely thinking and feeling (e.g., as I’m riding my bike to work) into these typewritten words. I try to capture the essence of what I’m thinking, but thoughts move so fast in so many directions at once with so many tangents. I can handle this when I’m thinking or talking, but writing is so linear, so non-organic, so constrained. And, of course, it lacks intonation, facial expression, hand gestures, etc.

Someone might read this blog and get a certain impression. But that impression isn’t me. It’s not all of me. It’s just a slice.