words.

syllables.

there is also something to say about being guarded, or cryptic, or about communicating in code.

for every code there is a decode. i should remember to write it down, from now on, in case i forget.

there may be something about this obfuscation, about secrecy, or at least about allowing the points of access to feel less accessible. i think there is something uncertain as to the value of creating at all. what is the benefit to this creation at all? what is the value of this work, and if i give it value in relation to another work, what is that work worth? i find i am increasing critical of the work of others these days, so much sometimes that i don’t know where to stop or even start again.

i never have been much for favourites.

the more specific i try to be, the more unsure i am about any one thing.

it seems now that i am always ready to begin anew.