[There’s no hidden meaning to this picture. They’re just goats. Running through the streets. Enjoy.]
Can I be honest? I really hate writing these. I hate imagining every single one of you passively scanning the words that I sat and broke literary bread with for days, agonizing over whether their connotations are accurate portrayals of my experience. They’re not. They never will be.
I hate the tweaking and modifying and snipping and pruning as I remind myself of the depths of the Internet and its perpetual accessibility.
I squirm at the thought of others perusing my recklessly sculpted prose the way I sifted through those who went before me, searching for collected artifacts of wisdom.
I hate trying to say everything and being left with nothing. With a buffet of the breadcrumbs of my frenzied mind.
I hate the minimalism and insufficiency of an enlarged moment. I hate sharing myself in […]