Thoughts don't flow through only one hand.
I tried writing, drinking a huge bowl of tea at the same time. It just doesn't work. Thoughts don't flow so well through only one hand.
I remember saying once, long ago, to my own surprise, "I can't think, I don't have a pen in my hand". Then it became "I can't think without a mouse in my hand" (How language changes, a mouse used to be a cute little rodent).
Now I must go out and pay the power bill, post some things, let Zacchi walk me. But first I just wanted to catch that thought.
Thoughts fly, and if you don't keep up, sometimes they lose you.
A New Season Begins – March 2024
8 months ago
No comments:
Post a Comment