RWS Jour 81
Today I am too overstimulated to write. I spend the day sorting through the previous texts, and the days seem to pass faster and faster.
I am not tethered to the practice of producing a recapitulation of each day, however I do enjoy indulging in the platform for expanding upon anything, even an iota of a thought. The cahier de bord proves to be a vortex somedays, and I have to abandon my fidelity to it this muggy evening.
The days are dense, and there is so much to think about, and even more to write about. But as Walser says in School Boy Diaries “I cannot find the words for it, although I have put forth far too many words already, it seems to me.”