It's a line in the sand.

I am named!

I can't go on, clearly I can't. And so this, my dear readers, is my gentleman's excuse me.

You'll be relieved to hear my reasons are not ethical, let alone philosophic. I'd love to plead some higher consideration, oh you know I would, but it's quite pragmatic. In being named, I am not free. In being named, I cannot write as freely or honestly as the blog necessitates. This project has assumed a complete and ongoing anonymity, and that's now gone. It's past. And how quickly the past assumes its innocence, its simplicity. Clearly, I am no longer free to transgress, digress, or cast my wayward gaze wherever I choose. No, I have to assume the mantle of my position and, thereby, protect my career and my reputation. I will do this and I will top up my pension. I will do this, all this. I will take full responsibility for the angle of my smile. I will, in fact, say and reveal nothing. And yet, I stand by this blog. I stand by every word. And so, of course, a note to you, the reader. I may have appeared, on occasion, to be writing this like an autistic, a solipsist, but, of course, as with everything in life, it was entirely supported and sponsored by you, and your gaze. For that, I thank you. I will miss your gaze. P.S Just for the record, there is no publishing deal. I didn't ask for half a million, but I did ask for a hundred thousand. It was flatly refused and I was happy with that.