forty three

sunday. I remembered my own words from a few years ago when I was obsessed with the sunday kurt cobain died. endless analysis of heavier than heaven. trying to piece the bits together, find my own explanation for all that affected me back then. it seems like a world of someone else. I haven’t listened to unplugged in a year. maybe more. with summer, great changes occurred and what used to be important became irrelevant. these words are penned into my notebook because I cannot stand the brightness and emptiness of the editor. eventually I will find time to copy these words and send them out there. but currently I am more than content handwriting yet keeping up with the promise of thirty sixty six. I never thought I would actually manage to write every single day. I never thought a lot of things. but they are happening.

February 12, 2012