“This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.”
Sometimes I feel like my best writing appears in written conversations I have with people I love, both virtual and non-virtual. Maybe it’s a mixture of my mind’s spontaneity at my fingertips and an honest desire to make him/her understand as plainly as possible. Maybe it’s because I can’t use my hands as visuals, which are often kneading invisible conflict or slicing periods of time. It’s probably the latter. Regardless, there is a charm to written conversation that I treasure even though I hate on technology from time to time.