Over and Out
Well, that was a long stint.
I’m reminded recently of how fast life can change. Not in a life or death kind of way, but how things, slowly simmer, waiting for the catalyst of time and opportunity to come to a boil, overflowing the pot with water and steam. These aren’t often things that happen, and they can be good or bad, but when you remember them, they are bad- when you tell people about them, they are crimes against your humanity- your life force.
Before I go on with metaphor and simile with which no one knows anything about, i’ll just stop.
I’m not even sure anyone reads this thing- which is completely fine with me. I’m writing as a cathartic practice, to fgure out what the truth is. Tom Lehrer (sp?) was on the Colbert report, discussing why he writes fiction in his off time. What he said was so poignant and to the point, it’s the only place where he can tell the truth. This is Tom Lehrer, host of the News hour on PBS. Think about that one for a minute.
Regardless, i’m going to be better about doing this. It’s a promise to me and to you, the royal You. I need to do this for my sanity, not writing was like a growth, some malignant thing in the back of my mind, a disease spreading to the rest of my body. It should be more like a knife- honed to an edge, to cut through the lies and bullshit and everything else i’ve created in my not-so-long life.
Over and out