what is the difference between —
what is difference? then again,
I was never really good at making
distinctions. (decisions, either)
see where I am now,
the places I’ve been to — not much, really.
I am still, here. I am
still here. For movement
states one must fail
reasons to stay, for leaving
behind means there is (there is, period)
something to look for,
to look forward to, something
not here. Not, here. Elsewhere.
There is not much to tell, but for this month, I will force myself to write. This page shall retain evidence of that effort.
And writing does not really equate to blogging, but you get my drift. Most of the products of this project are of course lost before they are even put down on paper, like everything else. Some of the survivors are immortalized and could be found scrawled amidst textbook margins and my sketchpad. What remains here, then, is simply what comes up
must come down at the exact moment that I pull up a tab leading here.
Since this is a primer of sorts, and/or I’m actually too tired now to make sense of today by blogging about it, I shall leave on this note.
Write something – anything – everyday.
Right something everyday.