It’s late at night, and I can’t sleep. It’s calling out to me, like a distant drum beating. I close my eyes, and I can just barely make out the word from so far away. But the tighter I close my eyes, the more I try to ignore it and roll over and just go to sleep already, the louder and larger that word becomes. Shut up, you! I have to work tomorrow. On a computer. I don’t think I have the eyesight to sustain many more hours staring at a screen. And yet it will not be ignored. It grows, and grows, louder and larger. At first it kind of sounds like footsteps in the distance. blogblog. blogblog. blogblog… I try to shut it out. I have put this part of me away, you see, so that I can focus on having a great job and a great life. And it has been quite the spectacular life since I put away my pens and my laptop… blogblog. blogblog. blogblog… Again, the rhythm of it is like my heart beating, but it’s becoming louder and louder as I lie in bed, tossing and turning and trying n
Collective thoughts and rubbish