Time passes just as well whether or not I document it.
I used to approach journalling as a means of getting rid of thoughts in my head, the adage of “getting the crap down on the page” so that it’s not clogging up the “real stuff.”
But really though, sometimes documenting just feels like creating. It’s not that you are writing what’s already there, instead, when you write you are creating something out of nowhere.
Which means, if I’m getting too much junk down on the page, haphazard, bonafide, junk, then, instead of clearing my head, what I end up doing is causing chaos, making messes.
Better not document. Or, better yet, better document differently.
I met with a friend today and we tried to talk poetry, somatics, creating with/in the body, all of which ended up giving us headaches.
Didn’t take too long to ditch that, shut up, do 5-minute speed sketches of each other, instead. Quietly, quietly.
What I drew of her
What she drew of me
