The space between consciousness and unconsciousness is thin right now. I’m writing this late and I have Star Wars on the brain. Expect a long and thoughtful 10 minutes of response to the film once I’ve seen it. In the meanwhile I have little here to offer beside…
Some Thoughts:
- I still live in a universe where I can rock pretend lightsabers as a 42 year old man, and the 45 year old Rock can legitimately run for president in 2020.
- I’m back to eating chips at night, which is something handed down from my mother and her mother before. When I think about legacy and heritage this is not what generally springs to mind. It is, however, what I have to work with.
- This entire ‘Elf on a Shelf’ situation demands a level of creativity that surpasses me–a fiction writer. It has to do with the expectations of an 8 yr old who still somehow believes this elf is moving around the house. Or maybe he just likes the spectacle of the thing. Again, he could just be fucking with me.
- I am a huge fan of breaks. I sure as heck needed one.