Sometimes, it’s just so frustrating to think about writing and then having to worry about it being good. The thought and direction of what I want to write sometimes gets lost in the attempt at beauty in the words. I’ve never been one to have a stunning message to deliver in most (maybe all?) of my posts. What I write is good (if it is) primarily because of the way I write it.

But what’s wrong with that? ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ is one of my favourite books to read, and there are 2 passages that stand out in my memory, mostly because of the magic that Dickens has created with those words. I won’t tell you which ones of course, because I’d rather you learn to appreciate things by yourself, rather than I tell you what to appreciate or how to appreciate it.

Room full of people,
You hear the sound
of a cell-phone playing music.
Impatience abounds.
5 out of 26
taking in the sound waves.
20 out of 26
waiting to misbehave.
I, 1 of 26,
bored.