This insatiable thirst for knowledge strikes at the oddest times. This time, right before my workout period.
So do I stay at home and read Jean Baudrillard’s Simulacra and Simulation, or go out for my night jog?
What would you do?
Big ideas, great structure, awfully lacking in heart.
The fastest way to lose integrity in your writing is to attempt any kind of style for the sake of impressing an audience. Writing sarcastically is fine, if that’s what you feel like doing; but your genuine statements will sound bogus if you’re trying to sound like someone else, someone like J.D. Salinger. You’re saying your statements won’t stand on its own when you feel that you need to say it in “better words” or in a “better voice”.
Don’t dress it up too much. With practice, good style will come out of your honest story telling.
While your smooth talk isn’t fogging my reason, I’m saying no.
And I’ll be careful to write all sorts of reminders too, for the days when the loneliness gets stifling and “keeping pure” seems more like an imprecation.
Carbon copies of love, pathetic little plastic toys. I don’t want any of that anymore.
So I say no.