i feel restless. i’m having second thoughts about a few things. i’m not really a fan of either of these feelings.
carter wrote this morning about a coworker who has an engineering degree, worked on pda software for a while and is now moving to boston to go back to school to become a dentist. “wow. i don’t know how people turn their live upside down like that,” carter wonders. “wow. i wish i had the guts to do something like that,” i wonder.
this morning i’m reacquainted with the feeling of having muddled thoughts to express, but not really feeling up to the challenge of publishing them for “the world.”
i dunno. it’s good that it’s almost the weekend.
(10:24 a.m.)
“Writing is first of all a way of being in the world, a functioning nub of relatedness.”
–Hayden Carruth
“Man is made by the places in which he lives….”
–Graham Greene
