Being able to type quickly on my iPhone (single-index finger or two-thumbing it) allows me to write down little scraps of thought, word fragments, phrases with both ends open. The kind of bits that die on the vine or end up amplified, living between
The First Lie
The First Lie
Upon telling itself to the World,
Created a New Truth.
Detritus, baby, one pebble at a time; hubris, one peg at a time.