Today is one of those days when you sit down to write and nothing happens. Every sentence comes out weak and collapses under the weight of what how it should have been. I'm surprised, because it's actually been a very writable eleven days: there was a barbecue on the gulf, some more rejection letters from the internships I applied to, jazz, new Russian media. But that wasn't really it. I just felt like the wind was at my back all week. I'm embarrassed to say this, but I think it was the good weather. I turn into this happy werewolf on sunny days. I may look like a normal person when I walk down the street, but in my head I'm doing cartwheels and punching people in the face and delivering fiery stump speeches and sweeping women in wispy dresses off their feet, like in that famous shot of the sailor kissing the nurse on VJ day.
2 comments:
I've seen those pigeons before!
A happy werewolf punching people in the face and kissing women in wispy dresses.. now that's an image I've never had.
Thanks for turning images upside down
and twisting the kaleidoscope of my mind a bit.
xo
Jazz?! Did you track down one of those elusive clubs in St. Petersburg?
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