I could make up some aesthetic intro about how the rain is falling & how the air tastes but they’ve read it all at least a thousand times, at least.
it’s “spring” in Kansas and it’s rainy & cold as **** for May not much poetic about it unless you’re like Shirley Manson I guess storms used to terrify me but now I adore them; transient and full of intensity & beautifully
unpredictable
I haven’t really tried to write in so long I had to force myself to pry open the dusty laptop -- only because I knew I’d be too impatient putting thoughts with pen onto paper
I get why Buk relied on his typewriter I just wish I had his mental fortitude to write through complete writer’s block at the edge of my wit’s end
the world has not improved, as we kind of all suspected the supreme court is dipping their toes into overturning roe. vs. wade
& all in the midst of the worst inflation I’ve ever seen (and a formula shortage) it’s all a stage and we’ve all been the puppets for years
but the fourth wall is coming down, albeit slowly.