I am not even sure how to write what i need to write - but I woke up inspired about writing a book again.
So many ideas for a book so uch crazy things to talk about but one thing I seem to becoming an expert in is insanity, hardly a subject i’d like to continue to be acquainted with.
smoking cigarettes doesnt seem to help. So many stories in my head, from my mom's parenting to my first landing in chicago. to the dervishes i am currently watching on the side (baraka). And with this spinning mind - I do not know how much I can accomplish. To the unfinished paintings standing in this room hung just like clothes. almost forgot I was in japan, such a place of peace that seems to amplify the loneliness.
A bit exhausting to be crazy - this is a good title for a book.