I miss writing with careless abandon, like the pseudo stream of thoughts that I’d occasionally fart. I’m not sure if the obvious transition away from verbal diarrhea towards more half-assed philosophies of the moment with the requisite photo op is doing me any good. I kind of like the cleaner slate that goes along with the layout, but there is something missing from where I come from as compared to years past. Granted I hardly sit down and think about what I want to write anymore, but I am also starting to think that the responsibilities and stress of living in this linear world is starting to take me away from the corners of my mind where my curious cat is fed.
This is, my empty space. All who wander are not lost, and not all that are lost want to be found.