(no subject)
I'm not sure whether I believe that, that we write just to defy death.
That idea seems childish. Petty. Pointless, obviously. Like a fly going continually into a glass window. Constructing a pyramid.
I don't know why I do it. Why I need to do it, why I need to be good at it. [And at this point, it is a need, and not just a want.] I think it may be to construct sense within a world that doesn't make sense, but that explanation is so cerebral when this, this comes from some place deep within. A place that seems to defy articulation.
I hate this. I hate this but I love it.
That idea seems childish. Petty. Pointless, obviously. Like a fly going continually into a glass window. Constructing a pyramid.
I don't know why I do it. Why I need to do it, why I need to be good at it. [And at this point, it is a need, and not just a want.] I think it may be to construct sense within a world that doesn't make sense, but that explanation is so cerebral when this, this comes from some place deep within. A place that seems to defy articulation.
I hate this. I hate this but I love it.