quiet space
at this point of my life, i look for peace. i like quiet, white spaces and seek solace above everything else. almost everything around me is noise, psychedelic hallucinations, like acid. i don’t write lengthily or extensively, but i want to make it a point that i start writing frequently again. now this space is much more quiet and i find comfort in this. i don’t use punctuations much and skip as many commas and fullstops as i can. if that is style, it’s one i’ve adopted.
above all, i want to have fluidity (again); terse if you must, a silent voice, raw, but fluid. like kerouac and franco and the others whom i admire.
on perception, a running theme in my head besides multiple intelligences, the number of jealous gods out there and social responsibility. a period before this, i’d stopped writing because i knew i was being perceived on a different level, and it frightened me. there are some things i want to know, like what you think of me and what i write. what you perceive me to be, whether it is the person i really am or the person you aspire me to be or simply yourself you see in me. i want to know who you are and what you are doing here, and what my writing means to you.
