I haven’t been able to write in a while. I don’t know why – I have travel stories still moving around in my head, turning the corners of roads I have already been. There are life stories that invite me to fall back on memory – there are stories that need no category, that are so unimportant yet they present a little moment in all of life’s infinite moments. There are all these and more, yet only the unimagined brings up life to me. I cannot write, and I cannot think, but I can only dream.And that’s where it all turns around…these days that go spinning by faster and faster, and slower and slower, till you don’t know the difference between the two.
Musings / Sunday, July 15th, 2012