Did some more cleaning in my "writing room" today.
Mounds of paper and bullshit that half filled a 30 gallon trash bag.
I also came across countless scraps of paper with notes, thoughts, lines, poems, and partiality as is my way.
Things pop into my head as good ideas to write about, I scribble them down on every random piece of paper ever invented, and file them away into obscurity.
As verbose as I am, there are hundreds of partial inspirations kicking around this house that I have not acted upon.
I found this one and I like it.
"My life is so superficial, if it were water I could not drown in it."
Don't know when I wrote that; I do know it was a long time ago because it was at the bottom of an immense pile.
It is a great line.
I would like to point out that I no longer feel that way.
As far as the job goes, it is without a doubt a superficial piece of shit.
But the personal life is deep; fulfilling.
There is enough offset there to keep me from slicing my wrists.
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