rockwell

i had to boil my water in the kettle today. it made my tea very hot.

tea doesn't taste right these days and i find that i drink less of it than i want to. it's winter and i want something warm that tastes good and familiar. the cold is making my car stiff and groan. it responds slowly as i guide the steering wheel and the cold seat freezes my bum.

years ago, i read a novel about an author suffering from writer's block. when i read books about novelists, i'm never exactly sure if they're just very uncreative or if they're pooling inspiration from what they know. either way, it was a good book and i enjoyed it thoroughly. weaved throughout it, where writing exercises; 'write about something you've lost, write about something you found, write about something you need, write about something you can live without'. i'm not sure if it was the book, or the writing exercises that captivated me, but it had me sincerely charmed. i'm sitting here trying to think of one of the exercises without finding the book and looking one up.

i seem to recall "write about something you've never done and never will". this one is tricky since it's hard to say with certainty what the future holds, but i suppose it's easier thinking back. for one things, i never went to my highschool prom or formal. i also never went to university or lived in a college residence. i've never smoked a cigarette, i've never pierced my naval and i've never been bungie-jumping. these are all things i'll never will do.

on the other end of the 'never' spectrum are things i've never done that i wish i had done... i've never lived abroad for a chunk of time. i didn't have a close relationship with my grandparents. i haven't got my motorcycle licence. i've never lived on wolfe island. i've never had a pet bird. i've never been downhill skiing. i've never eaten kale.

it's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing.