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iamomlook, the only thing i have to say about this is that i can't say anything about it. i can't write a goddamned thing about it that hasn't already been mis-said.
and it's nothing personal against any of the words i've read, either. it's just that none of them hold much meaning to me at this time. there are only a few books around that i can open without them lulling me quickly to sleep. and even with the ones that don't lull me to sleep, i can't read them for long periods.
certainly changes one's activities. when someone is accustomed to using and reading words as often as i've been in the past, it does feel different not to want to sit down to write, or to open yet another great book, soaking it all up, letting it simmer inside you, and letting the distilled bits come back out through your own writing. but now, i can't bring myself to do it that much. no judgement (and no matter, really), but my interests are elsewhere. have been for awhile now.
and it's nothing personal against any of the words i've read, either. it's just that none of them hold much meaning to me at this time. there are only a few books around that i can open without them lulling me quickly to sleep. and even with the ones that don't lull me to sleep, i can't read them for long periods.
certainly changes one's activities. when someone is accustomed to using and reading words as often as i've been in the past, it does feel different not to want to sit down to write, or to open yet another great book, soaking it all up, letting it simmer inside you, and letting the distilled bits come back out through your own writing. but now, i can't bring myself to do it that much. no judgement (and no matter, really), but my interests are elsewhere. have been for awhile now.
