I don't actually know how to start this.

This is a post about me, and thinking, and me thinking.  It's as lame as that, and I am pretty sure you're a click away from some awesome BBC Merlin fanfiction.  Or your research paper.  So go over there instead.

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Somehow, I got the idea that thinking should make sense.  Somewhere along the lines of being a ( Read more... )

I think half the problem I have with having this journal is the ideal of regularity and chronology I have in my head. What this only means is that since my writing can't catch up with the events, I'd rather not write if it won't be a suitable recap of life and everything else around it. This makes me both an egotistical self-centered writer and a ( Read more... )

If there is a scenario to be had after all this, might I just propose that: greenhouse gases have settled quite snugly under the atmosphere and we must breathe in as much carbon and methane and whatnot as we can, because they have been trying to inhabit the alveoli for years now.  Maybe the body will give up and agree, or it will give up and die.  ( Read more... )

Can I just say, right here at the beginning: the garden of forking paths is The Garden of Forking Paths.

Or, metafiction is the most powerful type of prose because it will trap you into immobilization with its layers of narration.

Please beware of the layers of narration.  (Or layers of just about anything, including cognition, awareness, ( Read more... )