02/12/2010
It’s very rare that I sit in silence, the only thing I can hear is the sound of buzzing from the light a few centimetres away from me.
I want to write, I felt like writing, I am writing.
Where do I go from here?
The more I write, the more progress I make, I feel like I’m pushing myself even further, causing me to improve. I write much more frequently so its more easier to get a train of thought down, much simpler to type as I think, every thought becoming words, thinking one word or letter at a time, an unspeakable rhythm of events…
The more I think I realise that this is what I would like to do forever. Whatever it is I’m writing will all culminate into something, somewhere along the line. As much as I want to hold back and wait for it all to unfold, I publish my work instantly because I wouldn’t want it to be stale, I hate the feeling of using something that has been left to collect dust, I only like dealing in fresh organic produce because this is after all a set of memoirs dedicated to all trains…
So what’s your point?
I’m not fussed about the future, I’m only fussed about the present, a body of work, and my legacy. I can die tonight and feel satisfied because I’ve littered the earth with a few treasures. I pray that I live to see all my work, creativeness, and dreams come to life as there’s so much more I want to do, so much to arrive…
The main point I wanted to make is that I’m not one of those status quo writers, I’m no journalist, I’m expressive, I’ll stay documenting trains and writing my truth. I stumbled halfway through this paragraph because I don’t want to sound selfish when I say, my truth, my trains, I just want to let you know that I’m no journalist, nor writer, I’m more of a collector because I document significant moments…
This is really annoying, I don’t know why I’m even writing this, I just wanted to let you know that whatever it is I end up doing, it’ll be something I enjoy, something creative and subversive, not anything to do with the status quo…
I really don’t like this but hey… A train of thought nonetheless.