I’m here to tell you, without a doubt, that I want to write more. I think I actually need to, even if I don’t publish it, my mind is emulsifying under the pressure of thought. It’s nothing special, but since the entire world exists in my mind, it feels important. Once I start writing, thoughts become words. And words. Those are real. There’s the part of us that “hears” our thoughts (the ‘self’?) and then the thoughts themselves (a river). When my thoughts become words, no longer am I just watching the river of consciousness flow past but instead filing up my cup and offering the world a drink . Once I do that, the pressure will release.
Soon. I hope.
Wheelchair DNA 