The Reconstruction Of Reason
Its harder than I thought. Getting started again.
As I stare at the flickering indicator where words should be spilling out like water and listen to the impatient groan of the ailing driver, thoughts struggle to get out of the immeasurable void. The drilling noise emanating from my notebook shatters the silence, which is why I never take Toby out again. It is too much of an embarrassment and probably would be branded a nuisance by the public.
The feeling is apprehension. I consider the various factors that contributed to this episode. The years of wear and tear. The toxicity of chemicals. The plunging energy. The ever pursing shadows. The loss of self-assurance. That kind of certainty that grounds you to a firm foundation that can withstand the inevitable tremors. When pen and paper is met with delight and relief, not twisted nerves, a wrinkled forehead and an incredible vastness of blankness.
Whatever loss of inspiration I was experiencing, the abrupt blankout in March threatened to bring almost everything to a standstill, followed closely by a series of unfortunate events which continue to test my faith. April was slow in recovery but at least, the issues now are 80% resolved.
Now, the idea is to get started.
As I stare at the flickering indicator where words should be spilling out like water and listen to the impatient groan of the ailing driver, thoughts struggle to get out of the immeasurable void. The drilling noise emanating from my notebook shatters the silence, which is why I never take Toby out again. It is too much of an embarrassment and probably would be branded a nuisance by the public.
The feeling is apprehension. I consider the various factors that contributed to this episode. The years of wear and tear. The toxicity of chemicals. The plunging energy. The ever pursing shadows. The loss of self-assurance. That kind of certainty that grounds you to a firm foundation that can withstand the inevitable tremors. When pen and paper is met with delight and relief, not twisted nerves, a wrinkled forehead and an incredible vastness of blankness.
Whatever loss of inspiration I was experiencing, the abrupt blankout in March threatened to bring almost everything to a standstill, followed closely by a series of unfortunate events which continue to test my faith. April was slow in recovery but at least, the issues now are 80% resolved.
Now, the idea is to get started.
