Friday, May 13, 2011
Why do I write feverishly when I'm far from home? I have been reading too, with a mad urgency, until my eyes turn red and bleed out the superfluous knowledge and fictional worlds that I've seen. I have been led to new dark continents, across a sea of words in which I'd calmly drown. Show me an ocean in this real world in which I can drown! I am bored of just getting my feet wet.
- Journal entry, Ham Wrong Mountain Vietnam