I lost my words yesterday.
There was a chemical imbalance/vasoconstricition/shit storm in my brain, and while words could go in, they could not come out. There were letters available, and I had ideas to convey, but Part A would not form Part B to create language.
It was creepy as the idea of Perry for President.
But today I’ve been reveling in words. Writing and re-writing, admiring a well-turned phrase, and getting slightly annoyed at people who didn’t choose their words well. Words aren’t a right, they’re a luxury.
In a few days I’m going to cut ties with the world and head out into the pseudo-wilderness with a notebook and pencil and nothing electronic. Should be very healthy.
