I wouldn't be surprised if you thought of personal mythology as a cop-out path to literature. None-the-less, I've been collecting posts under the title, Wandering Wilbo, and I republished a personal note I wrote to you years back. I think you were going through your divorce at the time. I am adding a picture to each post, and usually I borrow from Wikipedia's GNU images. This post, I copied your Lindsay cover of Killing Molly, with the link going back to your myspace site. I am hoping that you will informally okay this usage.
Wilbo, a persona and a pen name, is a "useless passion" to borrow a phrase from Jean Paul Sartre's Being and Nothingness. He has more in common with Don Quixote than James Bond, more in common with Willy Loman than Gordon Gecko. As a primary existential method, Wilbo wanders and then writes about it. There is some authenticity to Wilbo's method: Sartre states that the effort to "reveal being" is a road out of bad faith.
Dig this Wandering Wilbo weblink!
Reasoning Only to Err:
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