How to pluck from the past without ceasing to live.

[quick_impulses]

I know, I know, I write the same entry once every seventeen months after I write the one about going back and reading past pathetic emails. I am stricken with paranoia that all the psycho-booty experiences I've had but have not been documenting are going to be lost forever in the recesses of my mental attic

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[suenoverde]

I empathize with this 100%. This has been my experience of the last 5 years as well except I don't need to read my old stuff to remember how awful i feel about it now.

I used to also think you need to feel the inspiration to work on art, but what happens when you are so exhausted you don't ever feel inspired? Then you have to practice and hope the addiction kicks in to inspire inspiration again. I don't tell anyone this but I would love to write a book. I would love to even just think of a story worth writing a short book about. Just to have it in my head; some little world to be god in.

[quick_impulses]

Looooong siiiigh.

Go back, read it, slap yourself, love yourself. It's painful but it's important.

Truth is, I don't think I'm ever truly exhausted, just unwilling.