September 2010
2 posts
First pages.
I have a problem with first pages — I always have. I often leave them blank, with aspirations of returning at a later date and imbuing some masterpiece to its intimidating naked frame. The second page, to me, seems a more agreeable introduction to introductory phrases. I imagine this says something about me, and as a result you, but more on that later. What is it about the first page that is so...
A Good End.
For a moment today I believed that the world was ending — it was the most excited I had been about observation in years. My eyes darted about desperately looking for explanations, for order. My brain capacity heightened. Colors seemed rich. Memories were made. And for a few moments I saw with the wonder of a child. Several occurrences led to this naive conclusion, a car operating without ...
