Chairman of the Board

Here, I am again, trying to create some disciplined consistency with my writing practice. Easily distracted has always been a fixture in my life, from childhood school reports to the present moment. I'm not sure that I am though.

It's just that my head is full of stuff. It's stuffed full of... bouncing balls... fleeting moments... partial glimpses... continual avoidances... or are they voids that dance around to... multiple gramophones, each with scratching needles.

Hocus-pocus. I just can't fucking focus your honour! A ringing in my ears in this very moment as the silence of the empty room declares itself as no such thing. Silence is a myth... perhaps.

I keep seeing fake influencer gurus in the online space...in the online race to capture a market that's defined by desperate people desperately seeking gurus. No longer able to seek alone, to read, to sit in boredom whilst waiting for stuff to arrive. 🎵I'm bored, I'm the chairman of the board!🎵 Iggy emerged through the practice of boredom...now we have space is full of fullness, where a moment cannot be... a moment... blending into nothing. Because the fear is that nothing will become of nothing... Cordelia.

How that vague reference slipped into this I have no fucking idea! I'm trying not to think.

I just paused... can you feel it?... I ran out of.,, I'm waiting... for more of... the stuff that announces itself from waiting.

Aha! Here we are again... it was an approaching hurdle and the jump was a pause... I was suspended in midair as I waited to land. The photo, if one was snapped, would show me in full flight, whilst not moving at all... a Looney Tunes cartoon where I've run off the edge of a cliff and taken a moment to look. down, recognise the situation, and run for my fucking life to surmount the canyon!

Beep! Beep! I'm a Roadrunner baby!