Anatomy of a Cloud

This is the story of a man who wanted to write down impressions, gather them together and form a picture. But he kept changing, as though suspended within impressions that could not let him go.

Pockets of moisture reveal grids of light behind their shifting formations.

Remote and enveloped, he could not seem to find that fixed point from which to begin. Stuck in a place where the present entered the future, and the future recalled the past of that instant moment.

Cloud forms haunted him--giving clues to truth but no final evidence.

There is no meaning to life except what I bring to it.

I haven't written about myself (or anything non-academic, really) in quite some time. This is funny because that's all I would ever do. My pen and notebook functioned more like appendages than office supplies throughout high school and probably before that. I tried to find something worth noting in every experience (or at least make it up).

But now I find myself drifting through life...wrapped up in my own head and never finding resolution. Conflict, that's where I live.
But a lot of times I think it comes down to my tendency to neglect myself. (in a non-massichistic sort of way. I hope.)

So, as per the request of unnamed blog-addicts, I am beginning this as a means of self-reflection, procrastination, and maybe even a little self-indulgence. This will be a place for random thoughts, rants, ideas, and possibly an attempted substitute for the caffeine addiction I am trying to kick. Who knows.