Mostly automatic stream of consciousness...the kind of writing I learned from an excercise in my 8th grade english class in which we kept our pens moving for five minutes with out pausing...examining life...the state of the world...getting by on a tight budget...persuing interests in architecture, art, economics and trying to cobble out a life worth living.
vendredi, juillet 11, 2014
Space Bar, Writers Guild East, Meshes of the Afternoon
Centering myself...Getting back on track...thinking about causal relationships and theater for the new city and wondering what happened to my keys.
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