Here, I felt the creative agony. There's a lived experience that touches deep. I want to convey it and seek a form. I want to transition to metaphors, fairy-tale characters, trees, animals. Anything, just to not state it outright. I'll try poems, stories, scripts. Even ChatGPT tried to assist, but it didn't quite succeed. Everything's a mess. I don't hit the depth; I don't reach the meaning. I went and ate whatever I found in the kitchen. A peach, then a pear, then nibbled some cheese from a packet. Felt a bit calmer. But I don't need calm. I need to write about what I want. Words should be taut like guitar strings, so they resonate. I'll continue to agonize or eat.
In the photo is today's Halo, which at first we mistook for a rainbow.
