Dust everywhere. Shameful neglect. On the other hand, what’s the point of a guilty conscience? Nothing I can do about it, after all. And not really that big a deal. It’s a website, an iceberg floating through the silent void of the Internet.

First of all, I should have announced this back when it happened (Decemberish?), but I forgot: I won an award from Bookshelfie, one of the review sites that reviewed my books back when I was in my marketing phase. Best Experimental Fiction for Divine In Essence. If you scroll down that page a bit, you’ll see it. They seem like good eggs over there; I was touched that they kept my book in mind.

I have been burning through my Ingmar Bergman box set. I was spacing it out, a few here and there, but man I got sucked in this year. I started hitting the prime films, and I just couldn’t stop. I went through a spate of writing about the films I was seeing a few years back, and that included several of the early Bergmans from that box set. I posted those writings on this site, and it was hella fun, but I lost steam and trailed off. Recently, however, and let’s hope it sticks this time, I’ve started writing about them again, this time over at Letterboxd. I’m not big on social media stuff, but it seems like a pretty lowkey site, so I’m giving it a shot. I like it so far. It’s not replacing my spreadsheet, just providing a space to write about the films in an easily organized way. Most of them, I’ll just put in a brief paragraph to jog my memory if I look back years later, but for certain worthy ones that I feel a crushing need to explore, I am letting myself do just that. Yesterday, for example, Cries and Whispers fucking destroyed me (I’m still reeling), and I immediately began writing about it… a lovely catharsis, a lot of interesting thoughts came through, and next time I watch it, I’m sure there will be many more. Anyway, it occurred to me I ought to put a link to my Letterboxd profile here on this site, since it’s become an informal sort of writing venue for me. I initially thought I might crosspost some of those pieces over here, but it’s too much trouble—you can go over there just as easily anytime you want. Although, completist that I am, I did go through and crosspost the essays I wrote here onto Letterboxd.

Okay, this low-effort post is now officially done. Time to resume neglecting.