Monday, February 02, 2004
Backwards. The word "backwards" keeps bubbling up into my mind, demanding to be put into sentences:
You are driving me backwards (yes, yes, like the Brian Eno song).
I'm falling backwards.
Sooo backward.
Back- and forwards, over and done: things fall apart, don't they?
And so on. It's quite annoying really. This is what happens when one refuses to write.
Backwards, backwards, backwards.
You are driving me backwards (yes, yes, like the Brian Eno song).
I'm falling backwards.
Sooo backward.
Back- and forwards, over and done: things fall apart, don't they?
And so on. It's quite annoying really. This is what happens when one refuses to write.
Backwards, backwards, backwards.
