These days, no matter what I do or think, everything coming out in sentences like this. Short and terse. Primal. Declarative. Cave man sentences. This. That. The other. Assume others know. Like talking this way, writing this way. Direct. No imagination. Space. Anyway. Poetry in this kind of...laziness. Don't know. World spins too fast for language. World so fast. World too fast for me. Maybe I need to just sit still until someone calls to tell me where to meet for lunch.