writing and deliberation
Sitting down to write is a very deliberate act. If only typewriters had been born in the mind,
Then we could dance.
Instead, we sit, think, spend too much money on a Starbuck’s tea—for coffee at this hour would be unwise—gaze out the window at unsuspecting tourists as I grope for inspiration, procrastinating with yet another piece of chocolate—yes I know that has caffeine too—all for the sake of putting pen to paper. If only blinking cursors provided a little more inspiration!
Then we cold move.
Instead they impatiently wait, tapping their would-be foot just as you do for your eccentric and benign roommate as a mindful, yet vain effort to remain amiable, smoldering your impatient and disgruntled feelings in the name of peaceful living. Fights are unfortunately left to fantasy.
Soon we might live.
Yes, writing is too much a deliberation. A deliberation best saved for letters of resignation, breakups, suicide notes, and the embarrassing farewells left for the ones who will be waiting for you when you return as you flee in the middle of the night out the window and into the freeze of your own startling regret. The grass is now frosted and her coffee is cold.
Yes, deliberation is a drink best served cold.
Neuroscientists say we’re beginning to decipher brain scans. We could watch someone’s dreams! They say. So we wont need typewriters. No coffee, no headphones, no comfy green couches. No over-priced cafés and no MUSAC covers. Yes, the writing of the future, we needn’t do more than think. Manifestation! They will herald it. Manifestation: an end to deliberation and the typewriter as we know it.
What might the dances look like then?
