For some reason I just haven't been able to get comfortable. I toss and turn in bed. Unable to find that physical balance, that comfortable equilibrium that rest offers.
This sounds stupid, I feel on the edge of writing some very good things. I need to practice my art, fine tune it so as to have it be less scattered. I think my art will follow some of my technical skills, Less finesse more mathematical symmetry, fighting the inherently scattered brain.
I've been enjoying some reading, enjoying some rhetoric. Subjects of religion, politics, psychology. Many scattered uncomfortable thoughts on all subjects. Now if only I can equate them into some kind of coherent thesis.
Simple yet elegant....