Scatterbrainy

Philosophy(a) about literature, language and discarded moments from the junkyard of my mind

Shakespearean wondering

Writing to the sound of this.

I started tugging at something and now I feel overwhelmed.

Digging deep invariably means discovering more than you bargained for.

I found a door that opens up in every direction and everytime I open it..

- I find myself a little more, a little different.

And I wonder how other people make it fit?

All these things, intrinsically different, that I am.

Must I choose?

Make a carefully calculated persona of some bits and pieces?

Or can I cultivate all those quirks, hidden passions, strange contradictions,

- all of them, at once?

Does that trap me or free me?