Monday, October 31, 2011

10/31, no. 60

I've been on blogger several times this past week and almost every time I visit this site I begin to write a post, only to realize that I have nothing to say, and I subsequently delete the blank post. I still have not much to say. I go places but I see nothing, I am touched but I feel nothing, I eat and I taste nothing (which is perhaps the strangest sensation of all); I feel detached.

I guess that's all.

An edit five minutes after publishing this post: despite my indifference, these are things that have happened recently: I didn't care, I ate Indian food, I quit Elements, I failed a test, I dressed up, I vomited, I cleaned, I went to parties, I watched TV

1 comment:

  1. There is a beauty and depth to your writing that I find refreshing; each sentence entices me to want to read more. Even when you feel you have 'nothing' to say, you still say that beautifully.
    I look forward to reading more. By the way, thanks for the follow :) Linda

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