Clock's Ticking

When there is no immediacy, nothing gets done.
But when the pressure's on, I feel alone, wallowing in my own hopeless self-pity. I start to do something, then stop, want to call somebody or go for a walk. Start & Stop. Start & Stop. All day.

This is how people settle into patterns of ordinary life. AVERAGE. I don't want to be average.

Currently listening to: Under Pressure by Queen/David Bowie




[I read two plays this weekend, one of which I enjoyed. Small success, even if I owe it to the power outage. Oh, and the world didn't end.]