When you just keep writing…

Sometimes you end up with a pile o’ words. So I did that over winter break, in a tiny cozy coffee shop in Clarence, and the result is posted for you now: “I like to believe I am a great collector of tickets out, and that my ultimate end will be a free green road with sweet grassy pastures, where everyone will say, what a large number of tickets you have, how wonderful that you bought yourself freedom with all of these tickets, but I do not know if that will happen.” Additional context: I had just watched Cinderella Man. And I was highly caffeinated.

And since we’re thinking big-picture, this is a quote from a zine that I like that resonates right now:
“Maybe we eternal souls experiment with lifetimes the way high school kids experiment with bad acid. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Maybe there was some cute eternal soul I was trying to impress by coming to earth. ‘Are you sure you want to go to Earth? I hear it’s pretty hardcore,’ she may have said. ‘But baby, I’m pretty hardcore.’ And now she’s watching me timidly pick my way through this life, wracked by fear and neuroses, scared out of my wits, and I bet she’s not too impressed after all.” — Bill Brown, Dream Whip No. 13

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