...with no resentment, one against the other.
like in Buddhism. Without judgement.
more story in journal. mostly dialogue. writing as it plays out in my head. can fill in business later.
or write a fucking play noooooooooo you need to collaborate coordinate production involves many people and I afraid of people.
oh what's not a big thing? everything. nothing.
just keep writing you will put it together coherently later
no I won't
I will never be coherent.
I am a split. I do not cohere.
spirals of anna spinning out of order into space
trying to get your shit together. Alcoholics worry about this. Non-alcoholics' shit doesn't fall apart in the first place.
I mean, not to the point where you feel you need to tent/rebuild/tear down/fix up.
Fucking flourescent light bulbs. Do they come in different sizes? how do you know what to replace it with? why is it so complicated?
Nancy would be more help than Tom.
we're just waiting for Godot here.
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