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Things I want to express by placing them somewhere else. In a column. Or a poem. Within stories. An interview. Countless solo arguments, clumsy seductions, timid attempts at lightweight banter, the solidarity of small talk, tearful bargaining, laughter for the sake of warding off boredom—so many different kernels of humanity that I want to wrap up in my words.@5 days ago
I don’t know why, but writing has gotten really hard for me to get through the past 3 years. You’d be surprised how heavy it weighs on me each day.@5 days ago with 1 note
'It's a quiet place, so people talk quietly,' said Naoko. She made a neat pile of fish bones at the edge of her plate and dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. 'There's no need to raise your voice here. You don't have to convince anybody of anything, and you don't have to attract anyone's attention.'
'I guess not,' I said, but as I ate my meal in these quiet surroundings, I was surprised to find myself missing the buzz of people. I wanted to hear people laughing and shouting for no reason and saying overblown things.
That was just the kind of noise I had grown sick of in recent months, but sitting here and eating fish in this unnaturally quiet room, I couldn’t relax. The dining hall had all the atmosphere of a specialized-machine-tool trade fair. People with a strong interest in a limited field came together in a limited spot and exchanged information understood only by themselves." @1 week ago with 2 notes
Distractions are a large problem for sure, but the hardest part of getting started is know what is even being started in the first place. Why tell stories? I wonder if I even could put one together. I mainly waste energy considering whether I’d ever have the guts to do it.@5 days ago
It’s 1:45 AM. I just finished reading Norwegian Wood, so the only logical thing to do right now is to exorcise any feelings of emptiness and longing by writing letters to people I love, miss, want to fuck, or just plain want to write to.@5 days ago with 1 note