Some days you’re heavy, and the water feels like a welcome, and you forget which way is up. The thing that sounds best is to quit swimming and let yourself sink.
But you keep surfacing, even though you’re tired, so tired.
You remember land. You think about putting your feet on something solid, what that felt like. You think about laying on your back in the grass.
The horizon is closer.
The horizon. I thought I caught a glimpse of it there, briefly.
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
As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James
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
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
