Sometimes it isn't that I've nothing to say. It's that I've got too many thought processes going on and so many little stories that I can't find how to connect the dots coherently.
I don't know how to make it all sound like it makes sense.
How do you make sense of little sights you catch on the roadside of people living their lives out? Do you try to find a common factor, one storyline about many people to tell?
The truth is I've got plenty of things to say. I just haven't found my voice yet.
I don't know how to make it all sound like it makes sense.
How do you make sense of little sights you catch on the roadside of people living their lives out? Do you try to find a common factor, one storyline about many people to tell?
The truth is I've got plenty of things to say. I just haven't found my voice yet.
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