Sunday, November 13, 2011

Why Now?

Because I need to.

Because sometimes it is good to capture evanescent thoughts in mid-flight, recording them as if they were dreams I wrote about on waking.

Because I don't usually write the way I want to here the other places I write.

There is absolutely no reason that I need to start writing this. The world does not need my. Or maybe it does. Everyone has a voice, and everyone's voice is unique. It is like with young people. Young people don't know shit. They think they do but they haven't lived long enough. What they do know, and no one else does, is what it feels like to be young in the time in which they were born, the social norms, the modes and technologies of expression, the new possibilities and new things to keep them up at night. That's where I at least try to listen.