Wednesday, January 16, 2008
It’s like sending messages in bottles: no one reads them. It’s like writing a column for a non-existent newspaper that nobody ever sees. It’s like writing a bad novel and never sending it to any publishers. It’s like writing in the sand below the tide line. It’s like thinking great thoughts on acid. It’s like getting a great idea in the middle of the night and forgetting in the morning. It’s like most of human thought: un-important; un-noticed; un-original; un-enduring; un-nourishing; and un-fulfilling. It’s like writing letters to dead people. It’s like watching Star Trek and seeing sub-titles of Klingon in Chinese. It’s dyslexic in reverse: you can read it but no one else can. It’s like cognitive-therapy-journaling-self-improvement-desperation. It’s mere typing practice.