general miscellany (redundancies be we...)
A wish is not an action. It's a dream, a thought, a vague breeze of emotion with no true impetus in the physical realm. Because all the wishing I did for bad things to go away in my life has never worked. What has worked is actions, responsibility, and decisions. But never wishing. Which isn't to say I don't understand the gesture. I do, very much so. I just don't find it useful in the world I inhabit. (Which, it may be safe to say, isn't always even approximate to the reality most people inhabit.)
It´s happening, I've been here before, and I know how to do it quietly, connectedly, so no one really knows exactly where I've gone. It's detachment, it's books, it's movies, it's Internet addictions, hours spent aimlessly surfing instead of interacting and being available... It's not writing and it's not productive. But it's better than other forms of madness in that it staves off the true, total desolation of giving up creativity entirely.
love rain in the absence of wind. The moisture beads on the trees, and each drop at the end of a needle or leaf gathers more and more moisture until it's fat enough to fall off and splat on something below. If that something is the roof of your car, it can sound like gravel or gunshots and be quite startling. And until the drops gather enough water to fall, they're quite lovely beading all the trees in the light.
It´s happening, I've been here before, and I know how to do it quietly, connectedly, so no one really knows exactly where I've gone. It's detachment, it's books, it's movies, it's Internet addictions, hours spent aimlessly surfing instead of interacting and being available... It's not writing and it's not productive. But it's better than other forms of madness in that it staves off the true, total desolation of giving up creativity entirely.
love rain in the absence of wind. The moisture beads on the trees, and each drop at the end of a needle or leaf gathers more and more moisture until it's fat enough to fall off and splat on something below. If that something is the roof of your car, it can sound like gravel or gunshots and be quite startling. And until the drops gather enough water to fall, they're quite lovely beading all the trees in the light.