Today I turn 21. As a gift to myself, I’m going to post some non-film-related writing here. You’ll just have to endure it, it’ll be over soon.
Had i put pen to paper just then, i would have written the words that united a generation. it would have been a love poem in prose form, and just that once, my language would not have been inadequate.
by the time i did finally get out my notebook and uncap my pen it was too late, and i wrote this instead.
More posts to come, but not many. I promise.
That’s nice short prose. Very good! Working on the corpse?
Woo! Happy belated birthday, Andrew!