Downbeat

I sit late and alone, listening to ambient music. The day has done little for me and I haven’t done much in return.

The internet is being crap at the moment. It isn’t offering itself up to me. I want to feel excited daily by something discovered and shared. Downloads are forever corrupting. My hard drive is a mess, bustling with unsolicited miscellany.

I’m not trying hard enough. I’m allowing myself to read the same things. This blog, instead of a place for new writing, of interesting ideas and jokey philosophy, becomes the things I don’t want to write.

Like this.

I desperately want to immerse myself in a project where I can expend my time and energies and thoughts. The project needn’t be writing, in fact I wish it weren’t, yet I feel that while I write this jumbled nonsense, I should embark on a more ambitious literary exercise.