So Not There

I don't feel like writing.

Who still reads anyway?

I'm not even asking about people who read my blog. I'm asking who still reads at all? Are books going out of style? Am I going out of style? Books and I are probably going out of style.

Reading is too hard. Thinking is too hard. Logic is way too hard.

Caring has probably gone out of style.

Emptiness is weird. It's so there but so not there.

This planet is too big. I am too small.

Stuck in a rut? Is there anything similar to but smaller than a rut? Whatever it is, that's what I have I think. I'm stuck in a cute, little rutlet. Just a tiny one.

My fingers feel heavy. My body feels sore.

I think my guitar skills are stagnant.

I've haven't written about Werbel in ages (but I don't keep track of time, so ages could mean anything).

I have an interview on Thursday.

So there but so not there.

Money.

So not there.

Ok, bye.