May 10
Until today I have refused to transpose my cerebral compositions into intelligible text. Our scripts will grow a life of their own, and in no sure way represent their originator with the same perspicacity as at their very genesis. Yet certain ephemeral truths once articulated may blaze the way for surpassing the prevalent ennui. Perhaps there is a conceivable marriage of the two, perhaps there’s ‘sound repose and renovated vitality’ I can gain and so badly need. In any case, a practice in lucidity is personally worthwhile, so let us begin, let me emulate the tender acumen of the philatelist’s fingertips, or, again: pulverize away.
