Although I hate long nights and love summer, the night is creative fuel to me.
I have this folder on the Ulysses app where I keep the random thoughts that I have in the middle of the night. Sometimes I don’t even remember how did they thoughts occur. Sometimes it is just grammar thoughts applied to the collective mind, when I teach a class late in the evening and get that thought stuck in my head.
I have over 500 entries, but I’m sharing the latest ones:
My problem is the other’s singularity The other’s autonomy The other’s individuality The participle is an adjective * * * Predicate and adjective in Portuguese are synonyms * * * Perhaps I should grieve, But black doesn’t fit Impressionism endeavours * * * How is quack How is no more than a duck * * * Passive - when be Submits to participle The mistake backwards * * * Split the chaff from the wheat Split the senses, first from second A new word when the word is being at Be, just be then
I might turn the last one into a poem later. All the rest is oscillation.
Thank you for allowing me to share my mind with you.
Love,
A