I’ve been keeping little notebooks for a long time. I never wrote a long entries, just little thoughts. Roaches. That’s why I called this one “the roach motel”. I bought pocket size notebooks so I’d always have one around.
The notebook above is from 1992, and it’s got a post-it picture scotched taped to the front by my friend Todd Bonne.
From time to time I’ll post stuff from old notebooks like this. They are really old. Here are a few deep thoughts c. 1992 (Italicized commentary is from today):
•The failures of nihilism and angry violence make the only honest target of true revolution myself.
You can imagine how well that revolution went. Or you don’t even need to imagine. Just look around.
•seX: By Any Means Necessary
A succinct distillation of my typical mental state circa 1992.
•Art is never dangerous without an audience.
And it’s never bad without a critic.
•I’m a street crossin’ man.
I’m making this my new motto.
•Sometimes a hat is your best haircut.
That is for real.
•Many people see their long held fantasies become realities – I’m headed the other direction with the tide – I’m watching my realities turn into fantasies.
It’s as if I could see the future with 20/20 vision.