on september 13th this blog will turn one year old. it's amazing how much can change in a year, and how fast it seems to. autumn, as mentioned nearly a year ago, is still an important season for me. the scent of a dying wilderness, chilly wind only tolerable when accompanied by a hoodie, or if you're into looking like a fag a light jacket. september and october in new england inspire such vivid memories of a simple time, a time when i was more receptive, innocent and alive. those days are gone forever, and all i can do is continue holding the memories of them dear to my heart.
here is an excerpt of the insanity i've been in bed scribbling in a notepad for the past hour:
what a confusing and unpredictable existence. if quantum physics is right about how we influence unconscious/inanimate matter by merely observing it, i would love to know why the fuck i can't seem to ever see anything coming.
but i'm a hard dude to lie to, especially when a dishonest person is physically sitting right next to me and trying to pull the wool over my eyes. i, myself, am a great liar, but have a strong moral sense to avoid doing it, and on top of that my improv skills just aren't what they used to be.
autumn is so very near. how long will i have to look back on it?
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