I don’t want to go back.
I don’t want the rules, the restrictions.

Here’s something.
I play jazz because the lack of structure and the incoherence in design is delectable to me.
I admire the changes that occurred in each composer’s mind.
I’d like to think that they have shared thoughts with me, even if sixty years in difference.

Woah. I definitely was going somewhere at the beginning of this rant.
Am I getting less understandable?
Is my train of thought laying more hazardous tracks, threatening to go in a manic way?

I certainly hope not.

The bottom line is that I don’t want to go back.
Oh, look, that’s also the first line.
I’m not funny.

We’ve been over this.
There it is! I’ve changed subjects again.
This is a little alarming.

Am I jazz?
That sounds like something Sammy Davis Jr. would say.
God, stop it.
Stop. Stop. Stop.

You can’t do this to yourself.
Just go to sleep.