another day, another hemp THC gummy.

the ideas flow more easily; the mind relaxes. i hardly notice the sounds of the ocean in the background after a while.

writing is just the courage to say something when no one has asked a question — it is responding to an implicit question posed by the universe around us.

language makes the world more interesting, as well as the people in it. without language, life is dull. there is little comedy without language.

but the joy of experience does not require language, except to communicate it to someone. do you use language with yourself, or only with other people?

writing implies other people (to read the writing), even if it’s just you at a later time. let the words flow out of you like waves crashing against the shore, extending and withdrawing, order and over again.

let other people walk on your beach at the water’s edge; every wave is different, but also the same. if you do not express yourself, do you truly live? or are you just a ghost?

watch the sun rise over the ocean — every day, if you can; even if it’s only a recent recording from a nearby beach that some angel has recorded and posted on YouTube.