Freewritten: Yearning for Simplicity
I am suddenly tired of cleverness. Tired of surreal not-stories masquerading as entertainment. Tired of moments that have no resonance, scenes that do not connect, wires that snap, phone lines that are dead. How can I connect in this emptiness? I cannot polish words to that gleam. I do not want fiction in museums.
And yet their words still my hand, and their cleverness chokes my eyes, and I am not writing, but writing, and not writing evermore, forevermore, addingmorewordstoevermore. Seeing how long it can get.
Days like this I wish for simplicity. The joy of ignorance, the flowing bliss of simplicity that is truly just that.
I want to read a story that makes me cry.
I want to write one.
