tiem moves like slowsand

Time does not so much stop but sloshes around, viscous, gloppy, unsettling in a way that does not come out in the wash, like you’re stuck in quicksand that is by no means quick, it is slowsand, your daily descent so minuscule you do not realize it is happening until its too late, like the frog in the water that boils so slo

“When I look back in my notes I realize so much of what I write about today I was ruminating about 2-3 years ago.

I always knew what I was going to say. I just didn’t have the tools, I didn’t have the maturity, I didn’t have the language or sensitivity to recognize what that was.

So much of what I’d learned was latent, unexpressed because I wasn’t

When writing, write yourself into a good idea. It takes time.