where are blogs?
perhaps they are here and now
in fragments, layered

they are a here and now that needs to be called up, like a genie out of an dusty oil-lamp

or appear on the threshold of a prosthetic sense: as search results of any chosen search engine. does your curiosity reach the threshold of a mouse-click

an encyclopedic here and now

In any case, for Her Still Singing Limbs, we like basic forms: a peg & hole game
and crude failure: trying to fit the round peg into the square hole. That's where a blog fits this project.

and what about trying to fit your hand in?

or the whole world?

and everybody can confirm this quote:
a blog is a front, a carefully chosen face, interface; or is it a voice?