I’ve been reading “A Language Older Than Words” for the first time.
Reading his writing
makes my heart feel like a ripe,
low-hanging berry.
Word. There’s nothing like the first time reading Jensen. He knows how to hook you.
yeah, hook you then treat you to a steady diet of nausea, tears and bad dreams. i got my feet wet with walking on water then skipped over “language” and dove straight into culture of make believe.
i’m taking a break to recover.
no nice haiku comes to mind
just got home from good times with good people, good music, good dancing
tonight i want to sleep sweetly, uninterrupted by ugly truths i can’t change
edit: well, in eprime i might say, i need to stop reading derrick jensen for a while and recover my emotional equilibrium. so i will.