Last night, at a time which might be considered late relative to when I had awakened, when I might well have gone to rest but was instead in the kitchen aimlessly considering further harm to my gut, a thought came to me. I did not avoid this thought, as one does with so many random encounters. I did not hurriedly adjourn to the ‘dining room’ (where seldom does anyone dine) with a doff of the imaginary hat and a “good morrow to you.” No, I paused and gave this thought the once over. I formed it into a sentence. Then I amended that sentence in my mind. I rearranged its clauses and gifted it with more clarity and meaning. After awhile it began to seem worthy of advancing in the world and making something of itself. I considered writing it down somewhere; perhaps in one of my sketchbooks or journals (wherever they might be), or, as I too often do, on FaceBook for convenience. I thought, “if I don’t do that I bet I will have no idea of what the subject even was by tomorrow.”
Turns out I was right about that last part.