tsvetoslav shalev

I sympathize. I know just how it feels to think of the right thing to say too late.

– Robert Frost

Complementary listen

Can decades of idle distraction be referred to as living? Or am I being too harsh on myself yet again? Accused of overthinking to the point of irrationality, I cannot decide if what I’m sipping on is not a great cup of coffee or lack the experience to appreciate the lukewarm liquid’s subtle qualities. Where you to express any interest in my intimate life, you’d find action less exciting than the forming of a tar pitch drop. But there is turmoil there, unrest and heartache as is fitting of a man of my age and sensibility. The urge to check my phone has become a daily bother – waves of delusive expectation crashing on the jagged shores of her fractured psyche. I tried to let her go as gently as the English vocabulary allowed. How do you convince another that you love and care for them but find the contents of their heart, a beautiful display at best? How to begin to do so, when they’ve actively blocked you from all forms of online communication? Oh, would you look at the time! It’s “Who the Hell Cares?” o’clock.

If only I could paint…