Nothing to say.
No thoughts to put out there.
It's been weeks since anything of note entered my mind.
Reading alot. Sorting lots of books. Looking at the sky. Wondering...
Someone said to me in an email "sinking sink sunk". What the hell?
Why must we sink?
SO many of us are in that same leaky boat.
Why? What the hell is going on?
What the hell ISN'T going on?
I think Ginsberg said "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness...starving, hysterical, naked".
At least "destroyed...starving...hysterical...naked" suggests some sort of activity...some sort of action...some sort of state of being.
It's like we are a generation of limping chameleons that can't decide if we are going to be a dark sombre blue or a shiny happy yellow.
I long for green.
Hope yer well.
