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I need to remember to keep writing. I think of little things to write about, and then I forget. I've gotten lost in the city.
Wandering, exploring. Riding the train just to watch people. If I were a writer, I fill notebooks, meticulously, with scribblings about the careworn lines on the faces of old people and the man who got on the el today, looked around and then shouted 'sonovabitch!'
But I'm not a writer. I don't have the imagination enough to go from interesting idea to actuality.
Wandering, exploring. Riding the train just to watch people. If I were a writer, I fill notebooks, meticulously, with scribblings about the careworn lines on the faces of old people and the man who got on the el today, looked around and then shouted 'sonovabitch!'
But I'm not a writer. I don't have the imagination enough to go from interesting idea to actuality.