For a while I’ve kept a journal, well, that’s not true exactly. For a while I’ve thought about keeping a journal. I am the master of a stray thought. I’ll have an epiphany and it will stun me and then shortly thereafter, leave me. Sometimes I think if I could hold on to one of these stunning thoughts I might be able to build off it and be blessed with another stunning thought to add to it. Maybe if I could put some of these stunning thoughts together, some kind of semblance of structure or cohesion could come from all of this. But who knows. Maybe my thoughts aren’t designed to be coherent.