April 7, 2006
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There are sometimes when I feel I have the whole world to say but don’t know where to start. A feeling of…infinity takes over my body and leads me to the keyboard, and then once I find words instead of the universe I get disappointed and quit.
When I have one feeling, words help me. I can turn any feeling into beauty with words. I have a gift for purifying sadness, making over loneliness, and deifying boredom.
But sometimes all I have are a bunch of little feelings that each come to nothing, and if I try and assign them words, even in my own head they become nothing, they become clichés, instead of the profound things I think they are.
Like my fear of death, my loneliness, my self loathing, my pride, being in Japan, my love of words.
Even writing them here, they seem wrong, like a bad translation of a great work.
Comments (1)
hear-hear! too many muses in the head results in cacaphony… …deifying boredom, eh? that’s a fun one.