I’ve got so much to do, so much to do, but for my future I need more than one clue.
Bursting with curiosity for what shall come, it’s getting late, but I don’t wanna work right now. I want to keep writing to people with ads for sublets in Williamsburg, where I’ll be working my ass off next summer,
I wanna find an internship in Berlin for next autumn.
And I know it’s a sin…not being here, with my mind in my room, with my senses aware of the pasta that I left boiling some 10 minutes ago (even if it said 4 minutes on the bag…ah, screw pasta al dente!)
Be here, I say to myself.
Be now, I whisper to the infant jumping around in the room.
Get down to work, I sigh and leave my blog alone.
It’s ok. The impulse only lasts a few minutes, and every ball of energy falls tired, to the ground.