(no subject)
Ultimately, what’s going to count? Fickleness of memory, selectively sorting- discarding or shelving far away some experiences, prominently displaying and periodically pushing to the front others. Ambiguously leading to an intentional nervousness, background restless to fill in gaps blanketed, half-heartedly, by mundane concerns, daily practicalities with their subtle dominance. Instinctually reaching to identify the more overwhelming and again swept away in doodling question marks, and anything but.