Monday, June 11, 2007
i can't keep up with myself
there's a reason they say writing is athletic. sometimes the emotions, the insights, the observations are there but the energy is not. muscle memory is a tricky thing. as a former gymnast, i know. just because you understand and remember how to do a back handspring doesn't mean you can do one right now. and just because i know what i want to write and happened to be filled with the impulses, desires, perspective, ideas and conclusions doesn't mean i can actually organize words in the english language into paragraphs that make sense. today, anyway.
track of the day: chase the devil - max romeo