Sep 08, 2010
But we get an eleven hour night bus and the constipation is shifted; runny words flow.
We are moving again. We are moving again. The journey continues. We are no longer on vacation. We have had our holiday and are travellers once again and immediately I find that I can write again. For the past six weeks my thoughts have been stagnating, brewing in a soupy gloop but never actually formulating into coherent ideas, never congealing into sentences. Although it is palpably not true, it has felt like I have had nothing to write about.