When the past keeps growing, adding bits of what was moments ago today, and the future hides amidst a seeming calm in action and situation, and the present just sits there, dull and stupid, plodding about and toying with trifles, then it is time to add something, for something to become real and energizing, for thoughts and actions to focus upon, to add jewels anew to all three frames, past, present, and future.
He toyed with the idea of going for a walk, but the humidity outside, the heat of the day, was foreboding in its powerful presence. However, the house was not at all cool by any means, yet it became a comfort trap, where he once again fell into sleep and crazed dreams that entwined with the real world to give him initiative later that evening.
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
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