One solid minute of thoughts. Sixty seconds of velocity. Two half-minute turns of speed. Sixty seconds of beats and sound, sixty seconds of information, thinking about the ocean, blue whales in motion, their constant dream state from lack of sleep, or no need to sleep, talking through sonar. Sonorous and beautiful conversation going back billions of years. One solid minute submerged against midnight pearl skin, hearing the sounds travel depths, thinking about the entire connection of carbon, thinking that I thought of underwater after I wrote the word information. Sixty seconds of thought, real time, right now, one minute ending. Chunks of white space break the surface and lean into shore.

I'm really excited to direct but terrified I'll be no good at it I love the shows I found but what if no one else likes them

do you think that they can handle a play about suicide do you think that I can pull it off without falling apart I think that maybe acknowledging the problem is a step in the right direction but am I the only one?

I can't wait to go see Explorer West will I like it or should I go to a different middle school hey is that pizza I smell pizza oh yes mom is making some why is Cooper outside but not Wilson oh there he is I wonder why my shoes are STILL wet from splashing in that puddle Mom needs to stop yelling at Paisley and Haven but then again they won't get off the computer oh I am so excited

7:30pm

I'm constantly worried that I'll anger or upset him and honestly I love him so much and I don't know what I would do without him which really frightens me because I don't want to completely become dependent on him but I don't want to push him away to the point of a breakup.

I worry about grades and my family and my friends and I never feel I'll be able to make everyone happy and I hate it I hate it so much the hatred within me burns so much that I feel like I'll just

7:31pm

times up

9:16- okay the time is started now I have to write for a full minute but all I can think about is my grandpa and how he's gone and I miss him so much and I hope he knew I loved him with all my heart even when I wouldn't understand what he was saying and oh my poor old grandma, she's all alone now and I just wanna hug her forever and not let her go. Losing people is awful awful awful awful

God I miss him and whoops now it's 9:17

3:13

I don't want it to be about Nuclear fallout. That's been done, and it's less about the what than the after when Aunt Margaret gets so desperate for food she makes puppy chow of FiFi the bichon. Biological warfare's a thing too and it's been done but less, and I could toy with that whole manipulating genetics thing and the moral grey of eugenics. But lightly on the last. Don't want folks to think I've got an axe to grind. And I could have a sort of manic pseudo religious government or something, kids whose grandparents got effected and kids who didn't, pure and impure but a title less cliché. Not too heavy on the evil government though because dystopia's sort of overdone. I mean I liked the Hunger Games for what it was but, I wonder, was anybody else bothered that during mortal peril nobody cussed? Like, "oh shit, he's about to go all acupuncture on me with that javelin."

3:14

Stumped for something to write so I'll work a challenge. Get the words on paper. I hate not being able to edit. I'm a compulsive editor. I rewrite way too much. Nothing is ever perfect enough. I have to mean every word I write. Err... Can't write because I'm too busy deleting to correct and edit.

How do all these people commute every day? I'm so tired and it's only day three. I wonder what they do in the city and why they don't just live there instead. Well, I know. The city is the city, no place for kids to run around. Thank god I didn't live there growing up.

I hope I find an apartment soon.

Omg his butt is eating his sweats and his arms are so bulky he can't even wipe his ass properly. Wonder if they make meat-head ass wiping extenders?

Hwarf

Too much shoe and bad form. Reeks of injury and blow out.

All the cool toys are in the personal fitness area... And I'm not a trainer on staff. Kinda wish I was. Kinda.

But then; Ebola. Sweat. Ewww

I wish I had the Bill Murray set up from Zombieland hahaha