i haven’t rambled in a long time
no rant
just useless banter
i’m bogged down with too many ideas and no place to direct them
or places to direct them, but no ideas
no muse — no inspiration
lost it
can’t find it
i had ideas
i had designs
i had words
i had pics
i dunno where they are now
you see the thing on top, up there, that’s something i haven’t done in a long time
what is it?
what is it called?
i dunno
it’s just something i do
some pages in my agenda and notes are full of it
crossing, hatched lines
it’s a release
confusion
anxiety
fear
excitement
happiness
anger
sadness
the tone of the lines never changes
it doesn’t become rougher or smoother
but it can oddly enough express all that
and more
and yet to others it would represent nothing
they’re lines
it’s abstract
i wouldn’t call it art — not in that sense
it’s stuff
shtuff