just found a nice text from my diary 2008.
After licking the pencil lead,
After giving it a good luck
After pushing the Play button on the remote,
After the usual count-off rings through the room
“1,2,3,4!”
Even if I can’t find anything to draw
I wait there at my desk
It doesn’t matter whether I see something or not
As if I were twisting my head into a crack in time
I push my pencil across the paper
Even when my right hand isn’t shaking with my left,
I know they’re clearly linked
September 10 2008
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