THE BLOG - ...

we walked on the riverbed and everything around me was gray. it had been like that for as long as I could remember now, it felt as if my memory was fragmented and lossy. I felt the cool caress of the phantom river flowing around me. the feeling was akin to walking waist-deep in water, only there was no heaviness in my gait. I remember the fireworks around the edges of my vision, a joyous sparkling born of shameless feelings, that I had trouble recalling in my own experience. this made me sad. I tried to bring back a memory just as bright, but I only saw my pretty victims with storms in their chest as I burned them with stolen fire. my indifference was scary. darkness kept washing everything away so I could not even be sad or angry.

the flow of consciousness. I could write like this for hours, but it no longer has the nice disentangling quality it used to have. I need my mind occupied. I think I should make another crappy movie soon.