words from the floating world

hello, blank journal entry - where have you been all my life? i'm up later than usual and i urge my consciousness to vomit forth data from its depths else i will surely perish. i challenge the concept of meaning to show me its exact size and vastness. the small and sensual sounds of mouths licking lips and articulating words, the language of sounds in between words the crackling hiss and pop of vinyl, a time capsule containing the full spectrum of human emotion lost to the sands of time