coherant paragraphs and dramatic first sentences flowed through my head during some of the worst times. subjects that were actually interesting, universal, finally came to mind. i wanted to get up and write — but i couldn’t. i was too busy letting the words flow through my head, letting the full paragraphs fly by, letting my story take me completely and then leave me. empty, exhausted… and trying to remember the exact wording that i had used to describe things to myself.

any attempt to recapture the clear moments of the past few days would just cheapen their effect for me. thus explains my recent quiet.