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spoonful / convergence / oh, what the hell
After months of eating low- and non-fat yogurt, this container of whole-milk yogurt is very much like spooning up fruit-flavored butter. I can't finish it. It's almost yucky.
Everything I imagine I might want to say, I end up deleting. It's either too trivial (see: yogurt, above) or seems far beyond my current capacity to do the subject justice. When interests, terrors and obsessions converge, I believe that I'm on the verge of something important, something that will change me, but then the opportunity dissolves (or was never clear to me in the first place) and the feeling passes. Again.
This sounds far more cryptic than it ought.
*sigh*
When in doubt, walk the dog.
Everything I imagine I might want to say, I end up deleting. It's either too trivial (see: yogurt, above) or seems far beyond my current capacity to do the subject justice. When interests, terrors and obsessions converge, I believe that I'm on the verge of something important, something that will change me, but then the opportunity dissolves (or was never clear to me in the first place) and the feeling passes. Again.
This sounds far more cryptic than it ought.
*sigh*
When in doubt, walk the dog.