Seconds keep stacking into minutes, rolling off into hours, piling into days. Adds up to a lot of lost time. I know it’s here somewhere, I just can’t find it.
New page in the works. A momentary journal. A “What did I do today.” Will capture mood, intrusive ideas and the pictures on the walls I see while roaming the endless halls of conciousness covered in cobwebs of random thought. As well as the day’s activities. I’ve always wondered what days do while we live in them. Mondays espescially. Devious little bastards.
I need more coffee.
Where is the new page? I sooo want to read it!