Journal Archives, Post 1

I was digging through my oldest writing journal, and decided to pull out a fun quote and develop it. This journal is seriously starting to fall apart, the spine cracked and the glue no longer holding the pages together. This is okay, because the thoughts are not held together by much, either. What can I say? I was a teenager, and I started writing this journal mere months before my first bout with epilepsy. It gets pretty painful towards the end, actually.

Saturday, August 31, 1996
“And I’d say all life is a Ray Bradbury moonman Mars short story. And I’d say all this as the truth I believe it to be even now.”

I am not sure how deeply I want to develop this quote. I kind of love that I wrote this. I love it as much as I love Rachel Bloom’s Ray Bradbury song.

It’s been far too long since I’ve read any Ray Bradbury, so I am throwing that on my list of things to do this week, alongside “bake margarita cookies, make banana pudding, and write at least three blog entries.”

I think, perhaps, it would be best to leave this quote at that, read some Ray Bradbury, and then write a little short something something afterwards.