May 30, 2012



I forgot

I forgot. I was, for a time, hypnotized by the hum and burn of florescent lights hanging like menacing angels above my head. Then all at once I remembered myself, like waking abruptly from a dream. I guess we'll see how long the waking hours last.

Its nice to talk to dead space sometimes. Better to feel as though you are talking to yourself, than talking to a room of people who could care less. There is no imagined importance or status here. Just empty space that I am free to fill - for now without concern. An empty page awaiting a doodle.