Random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Catch 22 as a diagram, by Joseph Heller.
Thoughts are really made of helium (and sponge cake), lighter than air and impossible to suppress and capture. They float away though, despite everything; they're unstable, hollow, unformed, ghostly and constantly anxious to escape. And they do. I've just spent a whole loose weekend thinking up a fresh batch and now, lo and behold they've all evaporated leaving me with only a pan of salt, some granules only fit for preserving a dead fish. It's the price of a muddled mind, a blunted pencil and procrastination. Perhaps I need some more regular stimulants.
If I see another cheese cake then that'll be three I've seen but I'm not planning on that.