Oct 25, 2010 00:25
By my current count, I have five projects going, and ideas for at least one more. I suspect that none of them will ever be finished as long as I live.
I'm terrified that I'll be struck down by a heart attack or a stroke or an aneurysm or something some time in the next five years, and nothing I've done will ever see the light of day. The thing that most galls me is the idea of leaving the world without having left even the slightest mark on it.
Six months after I die, the world will have forgotten -- if it ever knew -- that I existed.
writing,
melancholy