My counter is spitting the days out at me. 16 left. Then we move to Houston. The big move. Some nights I sit quiet with this. A very surreal feeling when you’re about to move off somewhere far away – makes you reflect on life, how you’re traveling through it, and one day it’s gonna end. What else of your belongings has deteriorated? You say you’re ready to start over… when you go into that garage or attic and rummage through your old things, just how much are you really willing to part with?
Today I think I’ll pack up all or most of the books. First, set aside some main books that I’m currently reading like The Illuminatus! Trilogy, Book of Lies, Liber Null & Psychonaut, Prometheus Rising, Punk Planet, etc.
I guess this is why I haven’t been writing all that much here lately. I’ve been distracted. In many ways, I really am starting anew with this move. Listening to new albums by NIN, The Evens, The Decemberists… Concentration/focus is way off lately. Sat in the coffee shop last night, couldn’t write, read, anything. Very noisy in there sometimes.