Writing Stream of Consciousness is like a Cloud. Sure, they are beautiful, but not exactly hard to come by. Its not like i work hard to write a Stream. You just sit down and write whatever comes into your head and if you are lucky enough or persistent enough it sounds really poetic after a while. Its just reaching into your subconscious and pulling out the raw stuff in the form of a string of words. So i revolve between “wow, this stuff is so great” to “wow, this stuff is crap, anyone can do it”.

I was looking through my old note books finding stuff to edit up for This Is Not A Book and i found this Stream. I loved it and edited out the really stupid bits ,but now i am just very consciousness of the fact that it is totally tainted by my meddling and not that beautiful to begin with. I was wondering what you thought? No, this isn’t a pathetic cry for praise.

What makes something Art? What makes one piece of expression superior to another? Can art be ranked from best to worst? Who decides? Why dose back linking to your own blog feel so incestuous? And what makes something beautiful to begin with? These are the questions i am considering right now, knowing that there is not really and answer, hoping they will not invade by life and suck out my soul.