If you choose to do something every day, you might build a habit. Like writing, or eating beans. Brushing your teeth does not count. Let’s see if this works.
I’ve never seen grass get so brown so quickly. It’s like every grain and strain can stand on its own, managing multiple colors and personalities. It’s like the grass knows its not supposed to be that color. How do I handle this? It’s nice to sit and think, to new Bob Dylan on the radio. Let your eyes wander out the windows, follow the wind as it moves each individual leaf. They wave. Serene suburbia. What am I doing here?
Remember that book I told you about, EATING ANIMALS, well the author is quite the man. Without realizing his name was the same, my mother was telling me about this short story she read in the New Yorker. Turns out it was him. Jonathan Safran-Foer. There’s something about this time right now that has inspired me to be a writer more than ever. I’m glad I cannot figure it out.
Here’s something. It’s time to eat right and stop waiting for people’s calls. If there is too much communication, like there is now, we might all just get sick of each other. Some movie once said, constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating. Let’s try and remember that, eh? How about we ask some questions and revert back to new ways of doing things. If something is not right with the world, even if it’s just your world, why not change it?