1. I've started to consider blogging again as I run down the Schuylkill river path. Unsure what I would name it, I am certain I would write it in the concise style that I have adopted since my last post. People don't respond to paragraphs, but instead short lines. Punch, punch, punch done- as if typing on a broken typewriter that can only complete one line before crumbling in the attempt to return to default position. Creative expression must be compromised to make room for practical message- space only enough for twenty words at the most. No time for the reader's mind to wander or skip. No time for the embarrassment of being ignored or idly distracted . I've decided I'd name it Seen and Heard (And thought too). It's likely this will be the only time i ever mention the thought and no blog will be created to add to the trailing line of beginning attempts. However, in the case that this becomes the second thing I can manage to keep consistent in my life (along with running), I'll remember when it originated and why here. (It's scary how we forget things that began and ended just a few years ago, as I did the previous post on this blog, as well as the man described in it).
2. Seen : A license plate that reads BRACES (THOUGHT: 1. WHY WOULD YOU EVER MAKE YOUR LICENSE PLATE ABOUT DENTAL WELLNESS. 2. IF THIS IS NOT A REFERENCE TO TEETH, I AM A COMPLETE JERK.)
3. Heard : 'yo she dressed like she lookin a bag of WEED' (THOUGHT: THE AWKWARD MOMENT WHEn YOU'RE NOT SURE IF ITS WORSE TO CRANE YOUR NECK TO LOOK INSIDE THE CAR FULL OF SCARY BLACK MEN OR NEVER GET TO SEE WHAT A PERSON WHO APPEARS TO BE A BAG OF WEED LOOKS LIKE)
We'll see.. maybe ill be back.
