clues at the scene

clues at the scene

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Feeling It

Boston Library reading room from Andreas Gursky.

We lock ourselves in empty rooms in order to communicate. Sick bastards are we.

I'm writing. It feels like this. You know what I mean.

There's nothing for it but to gut it out.

I hope your writing occurs in the warm company of 20 sycophants. It's bloody lonely here.




2 comments:

Elizabeth Spann Craig/Riley Adams said...

I can totally see where you're coming from...but at this point in summer vacation where I'm working on a couple of deadlines in the presence of two children (well, a 16 year old and a child)...think I'm ready for some Boston library...ha! I wrote at a swimming pool yesterday so that I could entertain my daughter and her friend. I was, somehow, the only person at the pool with a notebook...

jack welling said...

it seems that I want what I do not have. Desire peace and quiet - have people around. Locked in isolation mode - desire people.

I have ice cream, I just want more ice cream. I don't have ice cream - i want ice cream. So much much easier.