writing

I realized that when i write my life comes together. after i write it feels like
my life has a flow. maybe this is what my dear yellow tulip calls a story, maybe one
can, after all, create a story from one's life, although it is an ordinary life.
To write feels really good these days.

Probably writing is very much connected to reading. That's probably part of the reason
why i did not write much these last months. And now i read, although randomly.

Another reason is the lack of input. Well of course this can be connected to the lack
of reading. For me it seems traveling is not directly an input. I take things then too
distantly, too impersonally. I observe and record somewhere. But I do not connect to the
people i see in these trips. If I did, things could be different. Maybe then I would
like to write more. That's why a travel blog for me is a travel blog, not much else.
It takes a long while to mold these types of experiences into one's own story.
And literature is a way to escape and revolt time and space, that is why
I do not feel guilty.