windy

[andalus]

Let no one claim I ever attempted consistency.

I don't know what my own voice sounds like anymore. I want to hear it in the differences in the voices I assume.

What people call their self is usually the first least transparent layer they come across.

I know the things I've written aren't my best works. I want them taken care of, they're a part of things I will hopefully write. If no one reads them how will I know they're done? Why did I put those unpublished pieces on the website? They're terrible introductions. But I want them to exist.

I do worry about not existing.

I'm starting to think of this journal as part of a never-ending interview with Life. In case I die before anyone gets to ask me the important questions.

Comments

[andalus.livejournal.com]

It's like prayer, sans hope.

[punctum-punctum.livejournal.com]

It's easy to feel religious without an actual commitment.

[andalus.livejournal.com]

are you suggesting that I should believe in god. Or are you merely trying to say you don't like my metaphor.

[punctum-punctum.livejournal.com]

I dunno, it sounded really cool in my head, so I said it. Or I could say that the keyword is "feel," which would put an emphasis on a context I still dunno what of. Or you should just go dis Agent Kirasawa on PS because it's that time of day.