I don’t know who needs to hear this, but throw it away.
The thing or things you’ve been unconsciously sitting on.
The gifts from people whose intentions were less than wholesome.
The objects you fought to regain when you thought they were missing.
The boxes and bags and clichés stuffed into every corner of your being.
Keep only the things you yourself first claimed in this version of your existence.
Needless to say, I’ve been cleaning out my house. For goodness’ sake.
I said I’d be up early writing all day.
Another butt shot of Cerebrolysin.
Even in the quiet, you have to decide to do the thing.
And then do the thing.
Funny there’s a distinction between decision and action.
Funny there’s a distinction between empty words and action.
Don’t let your brain trip you up on the appeal of inaction.
Why won’t Substack let you highlight multiple paragraphs of text to restack as a note?
I know, I know, you probably read these as random thoughts and not connected. You’d be wrong. You have to go back and start reading from the beginning to make it make sense. The internet has ruined our attention spans. Ruined our intentions, man. It’s all dope and immediate glory. Don’t forget the porn and gore memes.
A few years ago I had the idea for a book about a woman who hunts bad actors. Gives them chaos and stress. Oh what a mess!
Yes. Yes, yes.
Lunar eclipse tonight. Do you yet have your mind right?