while reading this listen to i wish i knew by bill evans.
not knowing is one of the most uncanny feelings i’ve ever felt. something bothers me greatly about this feeling. especially whenever it’s something that i used to know. whenever i try to recollect old things not much surfaces. maybe it’s my lack of clear memory, maybe it’s my brain trying to block it out, i’m not really sure.
nothing really seems to fill this great expanse of nescience. questions are the only thing that ever seem to permeate that area. obvious questions fill the air like…
- what do you do with yourself now?
- how are you finding life?
- do you enjoy your life?
- do you have any new hobbies?
or more selfishly, do you still think about me? is it foolish to question that? am i a fool for wanting to know? why do i still want to know these things whenever i’m in a much better situation and i don’t want anything to do with you? oh well, i guess i’ll never know. thank you for reading,