preparing for war
I’m not sure what to do with this writing project.
We’re coming up on year 1. A full year of writing and posting it to the void of the internet. Part of me wants to continue. Part of me wants to wrap it up. Another flock of wax wings fly by.
Cows are closer in the foreground today. Mountains are pretty to look at.
Was thinking about my friends bachelor party; I’m nervous to see all my friends. It’s in June. I’m nervous because my life has been languishing or at least feels that way compared to them.
9:11am. Make a wish. Is a joke we’d make as kids. We… who is we?
Time. Feels like it’s running out.
Sometimes I get hit with a flurry of thought. All connected but through very thin threads. I wish I could write them down because many of the thoughts I lose. But they pure and true and worthy of note. But as soon as I get it, the next one takes form and it’s on to the next.
What is that you think? Let me know if you know of anyway to capture thought in that form.
It’s funny how fast coffee can produce a bowel movement. I wonder what it is about it that makes the body react so.
And the trees wiggle and wave in the wind.
Power is interesting. How it forms and re-informs. How it enforces. How it ebbs and flows. Its fragility. Its structure. How it changes over time. How its influenced.
Sometimes I want power. Sometimes I have it. Sometimes I want nothing to do with it.
Do you ever feel that way?
Entertain. Entrain. Entrap. Encroach.
With great reproach.
Basketball.