April 14, 2004
It is quite astonishing to see how disjointed thoughts look on paper as words strung together or as sketches, unrelated ideas in need of being shuffled. Tidy. Neat and tidy. My neck is strung out ready to be wrung. It can crack any second. Feels like my head can just come rolling down. I live near water, but never go to see it. Correction. I see it through a window while at work. Work taints the idea of water as cleansing, calming. This is where Jesus comes in to walk on water and lead us to the sea of Galilee.