FEELING LIKE WRITING
I don’t even know what to write about anymore. There are things I can’t write about that are filling up my brain. There are things I could write about, but I don’t even know what they are. Ideas run through my mind and bubble into nothing by the time I sit down. Funny conversations disappear into the air, expelled on the breath of memory and forgetfulness. Even when I have ideas, they seem stupid. They seem trite and banal and, above all, boring. And then I forget what I was going to say again. I’ve been keeping this blog since...