I went back through the past week or so of things that I’ve written or thought about (journals, writing exercises, obsessions, etc) and collected bits and pieces that jumped out at me for whatever reason. No purpose or implied meaning in the collection or order, just scraps left on the table that might be useful at some point in the future…
Its worth is in what it allows you to do
Let’s open another case and get down to business
“Fantasy, fantasy,” I keep telling myself
Everything slid into slow motion as I leaned in
See you there, back then, or tomorrow
Little struggles toward maximal results
Wavefields shifting in real-time
Shaken nerves soothed by soft coos and whispers
Sixteen whistles blow in the early morning
An orchestra of cardigans caught up in a tape loop
My brain talking to itself in a time soup
A soft explosion in my skull
Those paths left behind though…
As strangers again, in a sense
Silence is content too
When you think of light as a wave
The veil is transparent but tactile too
There’s been a lot of discussion about the beast lately
A group with a single member
Devising clever edge case scenarios
A pinpoint supernova of creativity and thought
Sweet victory and bitter defeat share the same digestive tract
Probability Signature
Seemingly random flashing lights fading together into a sea of noise
Hop Progress
Baby, couldn’t we just escape all this nonsense together?
Incriminating raw thoughts
Time as a field or vector