Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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The funny thing about writing about running out of words is that it is inherently paradoxical. You feel the loss of your ability to communicate using language what is going on in your life, and yet that feeling is strange and you wish to record it, to share. Yet the method you use is inherently bound into the very thing that is slipping from your grasp. So instead you attempt to talk about the feeling of the feeling of losing ability. Placing a divider between yourself and the described to attempt something that, by definition, is impossible.

No music at Chris' house? That's impossible.

And yet, here it is again, silence all but for the clacking of keys. I've got homework that needs doing, a midterm on Wednesday. This class hasn't clicked yet, but it does seem to be very easy. Only, for some reason, I'm expected to understand the only thing we'll really end up learning, which is regressions, by the first week. Arg. I think that once I cross that hurtle, this class will become boring. C'on Chris, jump through those hoops.

My name is coming up alot this post, like Dominique in conversations. I wonder why. These things tend to have meaning. In speech, I'm thinking about her, or her name, or something about her alot. Now, in writing, I'm thinking about me, my name, or something about myself alot. Hard to tell what it is, or, more appropriately, what they are.

That's the thing with what's going on right now, inside me, I'm not even sure what it is. Someone asked me if I was doing alright and I answered "kinda ok" which is hardly even english. Ties into the "losing words" problem. I'm very thankful for everyone who've written comments in a style as esoteric and annoying as I write in. I really do appreciate it, they end up being helpful because they manage to penetrate into my metaphorical thought processing better. I can find meaning that wasn't necessarily intended, and that is good.