What else is there to be said? And how many more times will I sit in the afternoon, looking at the sun, and thinking he is a bastard and a reactionary?
After a long period of feeling as though I’ve been tumbling or running, I now feel as though I’m learning again, and as though space is opening up once more for me to pursue creative ends. That’s sort of how I work, I suppose… I try to intuit the entire goddamn world and somehow hope that somewhere in there someone pays me for it.
Sometimes it leads to six books and three college degrees, other times it leads to poverty and heartbreak. That’s fine, I’d rather live on intuition and sense than on rules and principles prepared and printed by the ever-tyrannical majority (read: culture).
I had a great idea for a book earlier today, but now I’ve lost it. Hopefully it will come back, it’s still inside me somewhere… as are so many other things.
On to New York.