My Journals // Searching for Endings
I searched for some of my old journals today. My broken leg is telling me to dig up old pieces of writing, while also serving as a(n apparently needed) barrier to my thrill-seeking inclinations. The stack pictured is what I’ve gone through in about 4 years.
The pages are filled with half finished stories, scattered lines of poetry, random snippets of anecdotes… and some very strange, un-beautiful sketches. I think it’s high time to finish at least one story or poem/ by the end of the month. This is a fairly considerable commitment, given that I have yet to do this over the past 4 years.
Some other searches, some past, some present, some not mine:
Searching for Synchrony // Wilco – Sunken Treasure
Searching for the Perfect Blue // Essie – Bouncer, it’s me
Searching for Thrills // Crookers ’08
daily prompt – google and rescue: what was the last thing you searched for?