Getting it on paper is the easy part, leaving out small words here and phrases there. Letting go as quickly as the thoughts come. But typing. It takes thought. That’s why it’s better to do it with your eyes shut and after a third whiskey.
My new rule of thumb maybe. Also important, have a french film that brings back every emotional memory you’ve ever had playing in the background, just to make sure that you can still make sense of things. Still decipher what sounds like jibberish to most.
It is the rest of the world that I can’t funnel into something sensible.
The hardest part is keeping my mouth shut. I can feel myself lying but I feel myself more when I tell the truth. And the truth is more interesting.
I speak English but only when he is not around