Vaguely Discontented

[rejectomorph]

The waning moon is low in the south now, and has been wreathed in cloud most of the night. Its light thus diffused creates a dim glow which illuminates most forms, but without revealing detail. This is an apt metaphor for my state of mind. I looked back at my nostalgic entry posted earlier, and it seems curiously flat to me. Sometimes I can bring the past alive, but this time it strikes me as having the pallor of a freshly laid out corpse. Well, to hell with it. I don't feel like fixing it, or dissecting it. Let it rot.

Someday my brain will work again. And a period of dull writing is not that great a problem. I could be much worse off. I could be like Rummy, I suppose, who has demonstrated that you can be a high achiever, go to the best schools, make the right connections, rise to the top of your profession, and still end up stranded without a paddle at the headwaters of that well known brown creek. Sticking a few boring posts into an online journal isn't so bad compared to that.

Sleep, now. I have the feeling that I've been having strange dreams lately, as I wake with a feeling of uneasiness, but I remember nothing. Maybe today I'll remember.

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[annina-writes.livejournal.com]

The whole trick in writing of any kind is to write every day, even when you know damn well that hopeless drivel is coming out of your fingertips and onto the page. God may be in the details, but heaven is in the written word.

[diapholom.livejournal.com]

you don't need to remember
you don't have to want for anything (;
except maybe a plate of something very aromatic yum yum