too much time spent on nothing waiting for a moment to arise

just finished reading the great gatsby. it was so vivid, somehow it feels like i've just been watching a movie instead.

i was reminded of something - an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that i had heard somewhere a long time ago. for a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. but they made no sound, and what i had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

feeling tired tonight.
all too much - still days, weeks and years to come. not sure what it is about. bravery or cowardice. ignorance.