"Just be quiet and not to think so hard, it hurts." I like this line - it's both angsty and enlightening.

"If my body were in shambles." WOW.

"Jjust be me for the next however many hours it takes before
I’m forced back into a mindless existence." God, that's so true. We all just long for those few precious hours when we can be ourselves. :)

I really enjoyed your narrative in this; the blase kind of truthfulness to it. Throughout you hint at the notion of just being able/free to write. We all have lives, and jobs (du du du) yet we, as artists, are expected to shut up and take it, like everyone else, we clearly are not like us...

I felt very connected to this piece, it was perfect. Keep up the good work.

Much love,
Juliet.

clearly not to be creative
in my spare time




this kind of attitude one encounters
constantly in fp, and elsewhere,
among would-be writers. but as you
crystalize in the next word, you
recognize the failure implicit in
this facile rationalization. i
fall prey to it too. in _ulysses_
stephen daedelus does, too, and he's
practically a stand-in for joyce,
from which i conclude the malady is
not necessarily terminal, but as you
point out, it must be resisted with
every strand of your being. otherwise
stuff that is not life and not your
calling will consume your years and
you will have never succeeded. one
never becomes an author by not writing.
so get back to your true calling!

it makes think about lazy people who should do something, I like how true are the descriptions.

powerful and amazing!