Thursday, November 2, 2017

Walking around with my mind open

I once scanned and printed a 500-page Finnish thesaurus because
I love words and language. It doesn't make me a writer. There's an undeniable joy in finding the right words and discarding the fillers.
I don't want my drawing or song titles to have extra words. What I'm left with has to feel right.

I love looking at empty buildings at night because of the way they feel. It doesn't make me an expert. Most of the time it has nothing to do with the actual history or purpose.

I love random articles on Wikipedia because I never know what I'm going to discover. It doesn't make me a nerd. One thought leads to another and my mind is busy. You don't always have to find anything specific.

Why are you here and what are you looking for? I guess I don't know.

One thing I do know: I don't want to end up in a
literal-minded dead-end.