a hard stretch of hill. i'm not going to shift down, though, i come up off the saddle, i'm pushing it. one more kilometer to climb. it's so incredibly pitiful that i ever wanted to do this, but now i'm stuck with it.
Monday, December 25, 2006
one last thing...
i want to create. i want to own a design and mold it with my own hands from the ground up. i want to feel the metal splinters in my fingers and see the grease under my nails.
i miss this. creativity unnourished will wither and fade.