[published on July 24, 2006 in "The Flatland Oracles"]
In a posting on 15 July, I talked a bit about homeless bloggers who had used blogging as a means to re-connect with the world.
One of the bloggers I discussed was "Wandering Scribe," an Englishwoman whose account of her life on the street has led to the sort of success story that an American loves. I found her blog particularly painful to read poignant reading because of its gentility, restraint, and quiet despair. You know: stiff upper lip, "hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way," and so forth. But the real appeal of the blog to me was the writing. "Wandering Scribe," whoever she is, is clearly an educated person with a gift for encapsulating an immense span of experience in a few words.
