I wrote a couple of days ago that I really have a difficult time sorting and deciding which of my piles of assorted scratch paper (a.k.a. trash) to throw away. And today validated why it’s important that I keep these scraps of random thought scribbled on any paper that I could find–sometimes, I am able to awaken half-baked ideas that I weren’t able to finish the first time around. Just like the poem/social commentary I wrote for today (see The Stress of (Social) Climbing). I initially wrote it with just two lines each, and I didn’t really know where I was going with it at that time. But now, ten years (or more) later, I know exactly what I was trying to say. In short, I am back to where I started–compiling scraps of paper, and not throwing any of them out. Hahaha =) Good luck to me!

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