Advice from an old notebook

Actually the notebook is less than a year old, and this entry was probably written in late Spring. I found it yesterday under the lava lamp. I guess I was trying to infuse it with the primeval and then forgot. But Spring feels long ago. It's chilly, and I'm wearing a fleece.

Write as if it's the last thing you will ever write, but do not use your own blood unless you have to. Do not disparage passion with cool -- cool becomes cold. Bust up the status quo. It's yellow. It's cowardice. Exit in a burst of stars.

It's okay to mourn the past, but impossible to re-create it, except through a bit of food and a song. Live your present moment and try to improve the future for those you care about. Do this through writing.

Good advice. Why not become a crazy person, or at least stop concealing it?