Monday, July 18, 2005

A Loss For Words

Spent today reading a collection of articles about Charlotte Corday and daydreaming about camping out in abandoned castles.

Is it like this with you, too?

Whenever I feel fine it's as if my brain slows down a bit, runs out of the right words. I'm not sure if my vocabulary for discomfort or sadness or frustration is so much stronger and more varied because of something to do with me personally, or if it's just simply that the feeling of contentment doesn't necessarily demand the kind of articulation that another state of mind might, you know?