I am always thinking. I wonder about writing and hiding. I am free writing here, but it costs. Writing takes time. It takes other things too- kishkas, for example. Maybe it's my calling. Maybe it will be my legacy.
I am about to open the closest book on my desk, My Promised Land and to pick a random sentence.
"We are a ragtag cast in an epic motion picture whose plot we do not understand and cannot grasp." (MPL, page 419)
This man writes well.
I need sleep though I wish I could write all night.
Sleeping
seems like a waste
but it's an elixir
a secret reviving fountain
Why resist?
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