Monday, June 04, 2012
100 word diary ~ 4 June 2012
I am rather fond of moments of insight. I live as if I’m supposed to see them everywhere. It’s annoying cos it gives the impression that I know what I’m on about. Words aren’t the truth. Just cos this is written doesn’t mean it’s complete and infallible. If these entries were spoken, would they feel less weighty, or make me feel less twitchy about being misunderstood? Does it matter? Don’t we only see what we’re inclined to see anyway, react to what we’re inclined to fear? These words are not the sum of me. Then again, who knows what is.