I’m having a hard time coming back to Gasp. Maybe its due to the death of my cat. Or maybe its because I’m grieving the death of my Grandmother. I feel like I’m on an alternate plane of existence. If I told you what I’m really thinking, you might think strange things about me.
It’s not that I’m depressed, but I struggle with finding meaning in debates. Philosophical discussions are empty, especially if they relate to matters of life and death. People tell me that, at some point, I’ll create powerful writing from everything that’s happened.
I don’t have time for symbolism or similes. I’m not sure any of us do.
What I’m trying to tell you is this: my tolerance for shooting the bull is even less than normal. Call it my Holden Caulfield moment.
Take your time. But come back.
It's a good thing.
Posted by: malachy walsh | February 23, 2007 at 01:28 AM
:) Thanks. Yes, I'll be back tomorrow... Saturday. It's been a weird week.
Posted by: Laura | February 23, 2007 at 05:46 AM