i sat down, and thought i had something to say just about when thesedogs started playing and barking and crying and barking and running andjumping and barking and growling. It figures. it seems like every time i have something i want to say i manage to drown it out in meaningless trivialities. Words without purpose and sentences un-aimed. just shots in the dark. well, shots at the light, anyway. i write everything i care about in one sitting, usually one draft. but i speak like i write, which means that there’s a lot of shit that needs to be deleted before you hear it, and a lot of shit that you never hear because i forget it before i finish my sentence. everything seems so obvious until you realize that nothing is in fact perfect (even me… i am continuouslyamazed by this) and that actually Doing those things which you desire is damn near impossible. Or a piece of cake. actually, i’m pretty sure it’s neither.
in case you can’t tell, i still can’t figure out what i want to say, or to whom.
brandon hasn’t had any luck foregoing the search for permanence in a sea of change.
postscript: this was not written in one sitting, or one draft. take that as you will.
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