Can’t Go Home Again
Been thinking about my childhood a lot lately. This afternoon I drew a map of the subdivision I grew up in from memory, trying to fill in where things and people were.
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We Noticed
There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already. –Robert Anton Wilson
Should Be My Family’s Motto
As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James
Outward Writing Thinking
I’m apparently writing. I ate some food late, and while I was cooking, I was pacing. I was thinking, I was writing. I seem to burning a little brightly right now; that may explain the frustration. I guess. I’m not sure about that, but maybe the burning somehow
Blogapocalypse
It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to