conversation with a recorder.
He is saying:
Remember what I told you about not wanting to take my camera out when I’m at a concert because I don’t want to lose a single moment of that experience by taking out a camera, a documentation device, and taking a photo? Documenting. Recording. Writing down.
I smell a metaphor, I say.
Yeah, he replies.
Tell me.
I haven’t written anything, or drawn anything, or typed anything. No form of documentation so far. And I don’t feel compelled to. Not anytime soon.
I like this metaphor.
It makes me feel special.
You are.
You just don’t see it.
It’s been a whirlwind week, maybe less. And today he wrote something.



Stir the coffee