Finished piece for 8page, clocked in, done with morning tasks, and now looking at the Kerouac journal Mom and Dad last night vouchsafed, Kerouac quote on front and I’m more than tempted to touch it before filling the Germany journal they bought me on their last trip. Stories tempting me, talking to me, confusing me, turning me around…
Tired, need another cup of this Sonic coffee. Writing self to liveliness, some woke state, some movement, in all of everything around me.
Co-workers singing some old commercial ditty and I laugh to self quietly.
Wake up! I say to self. More coffee… more.