Today II
I'm in desperate need of sitting my ass down to read research, but I'm too nervous and stressed and BLAH to concentrate. I have to keep reminding myself I have time, and no need to worry, and everything will be fine.
I really want to write again. A story. With characters that people believe they're real.
A story that breaks your heart and makes you laugh. A magnum opus of truly epic proportions, and minimalist language, an artwork unable to be critiqued, a dance against the walls to stretch and break the boundaries. A freedom on the canvas and a freedom of the body, and I can't concentrate, not since it began to hurt, not since I was told to give up, a stream of consciousness this is, like the white words on black canvas I saw the other day, I do wonder who even believes this? Like Joyce's Ulysses, that's why there were no punctuation marks because at least I want to write them in, make some sense of the story, and then at least it will feel to the reader like they can even breathe...
I'll shut up now.
I really want to write again. A story. With characters that people believe they're real.
A story that breaks your heart and makes you laugh. A magnum opus of truly epic proportions, and minimalist language, an artwork unable to be critiqued, a dance against the walls to stretch and break the boundaries. A freedom on the canvas and a freedom of the body, and I can't concentrate, not since it began to hurt, not since I was told to give up, a stream of consciousness this is, like the white words on black canvas I saw the other day, I do wonder who even believes this? Like Joyce's Ulysses, that's why there were no punctuation marks because at least I want to write them in, make some sense of the story, and then at least it will feel to the reader like they can even breathe...
I'll shut up now.