Long nights, short insights.
When I read deep, insightful, or even merely pretentious books, I feel a vast ocean of deepness and insight and pretention in myself in turn. I don’t have any deep thoughts or insightful comments to give, though. All I have is a directionless, featureless expanse of desire that has only pretentious prose for an outlet.
New wordpress version. Need to get used to the layout and features. The web is always changing, whether you like it or not.
I dislike change but enjoy widgets/gadgets/features, so technology is sort of a double-edged sword for me.
Delighting in half-finished dreams and plans unconquered
Speculation makes for better fantasies than fact
An idea stops being when it’s made real. And some things are better thought than done