How are you supposed to write with real life blaring in your ear? You try.
Already, today’s exercise seems random. In the chapter about complexity we are tasked with listening to a piece of lyric-free music, relaxing, and recording the images that pass through our mind.
The only thing passing through my mind, though, is yesterday, its words and frustration. So chill seems pointless right now. Yet, here it goes.
. . . . nope. I just cut and pasted all 1400 words on a word doc. Too personal. If you want a copy you’ll have to ask someone who has it.