August
Ah, writing. Writing: my vitamin. Writing my lists, writing my secrets, writing my life. How to live without my pen and paper self?
What is there to say about August? A name unfitting to this sweltering, damp transition month. August and wise, hardly. Lately my dreams are just alternate versions of everyday life. They are made up of real-life things like my friends and bathtubs, but they are all skewed. Sometimes it is hard to tell dream from waking life.
Where is the line between the two? Both happened in some way. "It was just a dream." How untrue. Dreams, too, leave an aftertaste. Dreams also shape who we are.
And who is that? Do I know? Could I ever? I know my patterns and appetites. Is that me? Know thyself. Or at least pretend to. Tidy up all your thoughts and experiences with words. That's all you can do. Maybe that is why I write: to give it all a name, even if that name is arbitrary.
I live for the madness. My only ethos is to live without rules or any definite claims of truth. Life as a kaleidoscope, shifting depending on the angle I tilt my head. What is the name for that? Certainly not august.
What is there to say about August? A name unfitting to this sweltering, damp transition month. August and wise, hardly. Lately my dreams are just alternate versions of everyday life. They are made up of real-life things like my friends and bathtubs, but they are all skewed. Sometimes it is hard to tell dream from waking life.
Where is the line between the two? Both happened in some way. "It was just a dream." How untrue. Dreams, too, leave an aftertaste. Dreams also shape who we are.
And who is that? Do I know? Could I ever? I know my patterns and appetites. Is that me? Know thyself. Or at least pretend to. Tidy up all your thoughts and experiences with words. That's all you can do. Maybe that is why I write: to give it all a name, even if that name is arbitrary.
I live for the madness. My only ethos is to live without rules or any definite claims of truth. Life as a kaleidoscope, shifting depending on the angle I tilt my head. What is the name for that? Certainly not august.