Saturday, July 21, 2012


Many people have instruments to transmit their thoughts. Transmit quickly. The chorus is huge. Everyone is a writer. Everyone is an artist without knowing it. It’s always been like that. Even before the instruments. Before the first human-sharpened rock. Before the first finger in the dirt. Before the first stroke in the sea. Instruments merely amplify what we know. Allow us to see what we’re thinking. Sometimes I don’t have all the words I want. I look for them.

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