Yup
I'm still here. I assure you.
Been busy and well, to be frank, been spending my down town off the computer (well, its usually on cause I'm listening to music) and instead I've been buried in reading and writing.
At the moment, I'm reading three books. They include "Off Main Street" by Michael Perry. An amazing writer who just so happens to be from my backyard growing up. Also part way into the Kurt Vonnegut treasure, "Jailbird." What can I say? its Kurt. Its good. Lastly, I'm about 1/2 through "Get in the Van. On the Road with Black Flag." by Henry Rollins. Again, what can I say...its Hank. Its the Flag. Its good.
And on top of that, I've been writing. Not pages n pages at a time writing, but writing just the same. So my thoughts and energy have been on that. I had a friend of mine mention how she started a journal, written in the form of letters, a few years back. It was one of those..."holy shit that's an amazing idea, I can't believe I've lived this long without thinking of that myself" moments. So, I've been doing that. I like it. It seems that when I write, there is some meaning, some purpose behind it. Regardless, I'm not trying to change the world, just trying to figure some things out.
That's what I'm deep into right now. Figuring myself out. With everything that has transpired the last six months, its left me with lots of time to think. I know I have a few different routes I could travel down. But this one feels right. It feels like this is where I want to be. And it doesn't feel like I'm traveling with a specific destination in mind. I'm traveling it to see what there is to see. To learn. To observe. That's the part I'm most excited about.
Anyway...its almost 10 p.m. I'm tired. I am thinking of doing more writing...we'll see.
Regardless, I want to step away from this machine.
I hope whoever you are that is reading this...is well.
And in case you forgot who I am, well...here...enjoy this picture.
I do, for some reason.
Be well friends.
Been busy and well, to be frank, been spending my down town off the computer (well, its usually on cause I'm listening to music) and instead I've been buried in reading and writing.
At the moment, I'm reading three books. They include "Off Main Street" by Michael Perry. An amazing writer who just so happens to be from my backyard growing up. Also part way into the Kurt Vonnegut treasure, "Jailbird." What can I say? its Kurt. Its good. Lastly, I'm about 1/2 through "Get in the Van. On the Road with Black Flag." by Henry Rollins. Again, what can I say...its Hank. Its the Flag. Its good.
And on top of that, I've been writing. Not pages n pages at a time writing, but writing just the same. So my thoughts and energy have been on that. I had a friend of mine mention how she started a journal, written in the form of letters, a few years back. It was one of those..."holy shit that's an amazing idea, I can't believe I've lived this long without thinking of that myself" moments. So, I've been doing that. I like it. It seems that when I write, there is some meaning, some purpose behind it. Regardless, I'm not trying to change the world, just trying to figure some things out.
That's what I'm deep into right now. Figuring myself out. With everything that has transpired the last six months, its left me with lots of time to think. I know I have a few different routes I could travel down. But this one feels right. It feels like this is where I want to be. And it doesn't feel like I'm traveling with a specific destination in mind. I'm traveling it to see what there is to see. To learn. To observe. That's the part I'm most excited about.
Anyway...its almost 10 p.m. I'm tired. I am thinking of doing more writing...we'll see.
Regardless, I want to step away from this machine.
And in case you forgot who I am, well...here...enjoy this picture.
I do, for some reason.
Be well friends.
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