this is how i feel most of the time


unable to find a stack of blank paper

I opened a notebook, earmarked and being for something else already, to long-hand write this scribble. I needed to find something, anything, before the thoughts poof! vanished.

good grief

But I am thrilled to have the scribble thoughts. They are all about space and time, things I never gave much importance to but which are now in my realm and awareness. I like them, as I like an awaited invitation.