The puppy in the post below is now 3 years old and so is my abandonment of writing.
I will be back before the tea turns cold.
I'm not sure I know what I'm looking for but it's probably there somewhere in the space between my lips. Written somewhere on those post-its behind me, somewhere between all those plans and never getting there. Somewhere between being acutely conscious that I care and not lifting a finger for it. For all the worldly contradictions that I represent, I elect myself a sovereign sober republic.
I have no clue how to revive writing. I went through my old posts and although I can't seem to shake off this intensely dramatic sentence phrasing style and random overcast prophecies, I have had some clever insights in a few places there.
More later. Gotta go catch up the fabulous life. Tea-time over.
