Distracted? Always. I’m distracted by every other second. By the way the air sounds and doesn't sound. The way the light looks and then doesn’t look. I’m distracted by the way I feel and then the way I feel now, and distracted, hell yeah I’m distracted, by everything that I notice, and as the years get longer,… Continue reading HA!
Day: February 8, 2013
What is the past?
Nothing. I really don’t know what I really think about any of this. Finding, and the act of finding, is nonsense. What do you ever think you’ll find other than more life, and I never, it’s just, I don’t know; I don’t think I’ll ever have a clue. I drove home every morning before her… Continue reading What is the past?
Adventures In American Writing 