Inside the Mind of a Nathan

HOLY MOLY I feel like Michael the Traveler! I keep blasting through worlds, and I barely have enough time to adjust to the last before I'm thrown into yet another new one! Perhaps that's the lesson I'm exploring as I write about that boy: the world around him changes, and all he can do is learn to embrace it and learn to control himself. The world is changing — and it's terrifying. What's even more terrifying, however, is the pervasive perspective that nothing has changed. It has been said many different ways by many different people, but it was said at least one way by George Santayana: Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. Fun fact: I was at Starbucks, but I had to go to the library because I couldn't concentrate, and they were giving away free books! I acquired "Mixed-up Magic" by Joanna Cole and "Anno's Mysterious Multiplying Jar" by Masaichiro and Mitsumasa Anno! "Mixed-up Magic" seems li...

I dream! I dream of a quiet, little box where I can write eternally! The utter, utter dream is to have a quiet, big veranda near the beach so that I can hear the ocean waves splash across the way — but I would settle for a quiet, little box. I tried. I tried to describe it to a friend. The world is opening up. It has dangers as well of course — but it also has delights. I can't! I can't describe it properly. Perhaps I already have. I've ranted so many times now about how my life has unfolded into more dimensions: black-and-white to color, flat to formed, muted to musical, blurry to crisp. Yesterday, I realized that some of my insane feelings are because I don't have paths anymore.

Holy snap, crackle, pop. I'm going to teach a creative writing class ! And I can't tell you how exciting it is! I dream! I dream of filling the world with literature: mine, yours, everyone's!

Oh my. Quite a lot has happened since I last wrote to you, my friends. Christmas and New Years were big events. I definitely had the Christmas blues — or whatever phenomenon hits some people during various holidays. I cannot tell you how often I've entered some unfortunate state of mind and lamented to myself: "Am I gonna be like this forever?! I'll never be happy again! Woe is me!" Etc. And then the season ends, and I feel normal again, and I try to remind myself how many times I've gone through that drama.