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I suppose now is as good of time as any to keep this thing going --
I write on a shattered cell phone screen, from the backseat of a Toyota Tacoma headed west across rte I-90. This week takes me back to the green and graceful slopes of Vermont.
With my screen for a shield and my shovel as my sword, I wander the wilderness in search voices and stories from the past.
All meaningless.
But curious, still.
I have had little drive to write anything but checks for utilities, numbers on timesheets, technical reports for things I hold no have passion for.
Love notes or, notes full of love, occassionally.
My apathy is overwhelming. I'm uncomfortably comfortable. I wonder if I'll be able to find my feet when the time comes to walk (or run) to the next opportunity/challenge.
I wonder if I'll ever find something like what I have here, but in the places that I dream about -- fields of grain, smokey mountain sunsets, rocky sea coasts that never warm even in the dead of summer.
I am 30 years old now -- I suppose I should seriously start thinking about what it is I actually want, and stop pussy footing around the things I don't.
I write on a shattered cell phone screen, from the backseat of a Toyota Tacoma headed west across rte I-90. This week takes me back to the green and graceful slopes of Vermont.
With my screen for a shield and my shovel as my sword, I wander the wilderness in search voices and stories from the past.
All meaningless.
But curious, still.
I have had little drive to write anything but checks for utilities, numbers on timesheets, technical reports for things I hold no have passion for.
Love notes or, notes full of love, occassionally.
My apathy is overwhelming. I'm uncomfortably comfortable. I wonder if I'll be able to find my feet when the time comes to walk (or run) to the next opportunity/challenge.
I wonder if I'll ever find something like what I have here, but in the places that I dream about -- fields of grain, smokey mountain sunsets, rocky sea coasts that never warm even in the dead of summer.
I am 30 years old now -- I suppose I should seriously start thinking about what it is I actually want, and stop pussy footing around the things I don't.