Stream of Consciousness
February 27, 2007
Writing always soothes me when it comes out quickly. When it comes out slowly, like mollases, it’s a depressing experience. It feels like that time when it was your birthday and you didn’t get the first piece of cake on YOUR cake and ohmygodauntelaineimsoupset. But when it comes out, just out… outtttttt, it’s a beautiful thing. Like poetry that someone actually cares about.
SO…
I remember looking at a painting. No I don’t… Maybe I do.
The future: ???
Why do I care so much about the future but not at all about the present. I need to do more right now to affect the then.
