journal.txt
this isn't my first journal entry, its a preface to that. its to provide a mood setting if you will. its a mood enhancer, its an aperitif, like Kir Royale or something. elegant, refreshing, spritzy. something one would drink in a velvety lounge somewhere listening to Bossa Nova or acid jazz. I wasn't writing for a bit b/c sometimes writers need to recalibrate, rejuvenate, and reintegrate themselves. they can, they ought, and they shall. all creatives need this, this detachment period, this 'finding myself in the wilderness' and having meaningful exchanges with squirrels, deer, rabbits, and local hood rats trying to make bus fare and presenting their meager change. sometimes one can, and does meet + engage with interesting characters. at least for myself, not sure bout you or others. I'm not at all interesting much lately nowadays (was I ever? hard to tell). in only that I remain steadfastly uninteresting because (I don't like talking about it much) I'...
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