While I tend to muse on fleetingness and elusive memory, and find an odd satisfaction in not knowing, recording, or understanding, I do believe in Post-its: a thought frozen in time, emerging from somewhere I sometimes dont recall…
But the strange comfort a Post-it brings: its nice to come upon a note Ive written for myself that I knew I would need again. As if I continue to evolve as a writer, yet face the same challenges over and over.
I am reminded that the writing process is not something to conquer.
