Day One Hundred Fifty-Six


I wrote the first draft statement on the time vessels. My argument does not come out well. I don't even want to argue about it, but I try to tell what I am thinking about and why I make them. I try to explain the ambiguous thing I am figuring out through making them. I don't like any of the words I write. I relate same things over and over. And it does not get to a point. 

There is a joy in working on things, trying to figure it out. But when I don't hear my own voice it becomes frustrating. What is the word, the thing I'm thinking? And then I say I wish I knew how to play an instrument.