always moving but going nowhere
like a Didion-esque observation, i really struggle to put daily events on here,
so i am no longer going to attempt it. the mundane aspects of life are things that i do not care to indulge in contemplation.
i would much rather concern myself with moments, however trivial they seem to other people,
that excite me out of the
canyons of everyday motion.
how even in the sunlight certain things elude me.
but the sun has not shined for days and trees are still
identifiably melencholy.
like men on tricycles forgotten in a four
wheeled landscpe
and a murdered thought
interupted and never visited
again.
so i am no longer going to attempt it. the mundane aspects of life are things that i do not care to indulge in contemplation.
i would much rather concern myself with moments, however trivial they seem to other people,
that excite me out of the
canyons of everyday motion.
how even in the sunlight certain things elude me.
but the sun has not shined for days and trees are still
identifiably melencholy.
like men on tricycles forgotten in a four
wheeled landscpe
and a murdered thought
interupted and never visited
again.