TWOMB on my mind

I sorta feel like I'm cracking up, there are too many things up in the air, nothing feels solid and last night it kinda felt like my mind was moving like a freight train across the sky, spinning around and around and I was helpless inside it, unable to get off, unable to stop moving with weight and volume of freight, thrown to and fro with the twist of the spin, knowing seeing nothing really but pulling giant chunks of unprocessed data no clear way out no clear goal in mind, just oblivion really, picking up speed and losing clarity at an even faster rate, and when I finally opened my eyes to greet the day I realized that one of the reasons *I'm in love with Mike's book* (I'm not totally done yet, but still) is that it articulates the words that are always in my head at such times and he's just man enough to write them all, I never do, I strive for simplicity and clarity in every piece I present to someone other than myself, here, inside these notebooks, but his words make me aware that someone else has slam-danced along that slipstream, someone else is surfing that datastream, only he has the will and the desire to actually commit it all to page and make sense of it, in some way, while for the most part I try (albeit not well) to make sense of it and give it order, make it clean and tidy and clear and he's just got it all there exposed and naked for everyone to see.