You didn’t know who had been, seen and done, and part of the anonymity coupled with the universal message spelled for an unspoken brotherhood. Yes, raised fist, Clapton. Kilroy.
And so I am a little bemused of late. I have been focused elsewhere and have fallen from my regular routine of a regular post and have been absent from the ether. I’ve managed a quick comment here and there as I grab a coffee and then it’s been on to the next thing. But,its okay. Busy has been good.
As a consquence of this lack of activity I would have expected silence to descend upon the Monkey Blog but this has not been the case. Rather, the reverse. Since the beginning of March my viewing figures have doubled or in some cases, trebled, with no apparent reason. Qué ? Pourquoi ?
There appears to be no rhyme nor reason. Kilroy has been here.
So I peruse my viewing stats with some interest to see where people are who have found their way to my blog. Columbia – Philipines – States – Australia – Mexico – India -and so on…..
and I think, wouldn’t it be nice, if Kilroy said “Hi, I was here.”
I am grateful (yes, that is the right word) for all the comments left here since I really do appreciate the interaction – and let’s face it, there are some lovely people who are regulars to the Monkey’s Tree House, (new name for the Blog, huh?) but I do wonder if we are missing an opportunity to extend the conversation. I do sometimes feel that I’ve joined a cyberian Coffee House Art Group and we all sit around sharing our mutual respect and views for each others creative efforts and grumble about the Bourgeoisie along the way. (“Try this new eastern stuff – a little pungent – opens up the mind they say – what a lovely shade of purple.” )
So, to the notion of the extended conversation – over a hundred people visited my blog yesterday……..a wave as you go by would have been nice…….and then all the regulars to the Monkey’s Tree House could have waved back – but thank you anyway.