the problem with these glib, sticky phrases that go cross my mind now is that every one is a facebook status message.
every impulse and dialogue is the rough draft of a shiny new thought to put on display. look at this. does it contain beauty?
if I could pause time to compose my thoughts, jog back and instead say, if I could only compose my stream of conciousness like text,
every statement would be a question, itself an excercise. does this contain beauty? look at it, see what I stole. does it light up?
