I have nothing to say anymore.

I've found a new medium.

efficacy

It's no secret that this journal is more or less defunct. The passion and interest I once had for writing is all but gone now, whether for good or for bad. I suppose the most unsettling part is simply that I don't seem to miss it much. I've instead begun focusing my time and energy into repairing the parts of my life that I've neglected for so long ( Read more... )

Keats was a delusional fool. Nothing, nothing can be so nauseatingly ugly as truth. Truth on display, truth reflecting back at you in the mirror, everywhere you turn, or clinging to the tips of your realities like pine sap, collecting the dust and dirt of your life, making everything rough and gritty and sticky to the touch ( Read more... )

I'm sorry ( Read more... )

I found a little beetle in the bathroom. He was terribly lost. For a while he just wandered around in tiny, pathetic circles, over and around and underneath the old white bathmat, not really getting anywhere. He even made a few half-hearted attempts at flying, only to find himself crashing helplessly into the giant expanse of pallid bathtub ( Read more... )

"Don’t fall in love with a boy. If you’re going to give your heart away, make sure he’s a man."It was painted on the cinderblock wall in squished black writing; a tiny piece of a large jigsaw puzzle, as part of a collage done by the class of 1998. It was joined all around by the phrases of other pieces, somehow even more moronic and sappy in ( Read more... )

Tonight is a night for detached self-examination. A night for rambling sentances. A night for thinking. About me, my life, my past and my future. Thinking again about symbols ( Read more... )

His name is Dr. Roth. He looks shorter than he is. He’s balding and he talks fast, in a vaguely matter-of-fact manner ( Read more... )

Last night I couldn't sleep. It was sometime after 5:00am, and I was restless. A nervous kind of energy had been clinging to my body for days, as it still does now, and it wasn’t long before I figured out that I would have to do something with it. Finally I got up, slipped on some shorts, and left the house to go walk on the beach alone. The sun ( Read more... )

Yesterday eventually passed, as yesterdays tend to do. Just another stumble, I guess, though I’ve forgotten whether it’s up the hill or down that I wanted to go. These days I prefer to just keep walking and see what happens ( Read more... )