I often find myself with too many ideas, too many thoughts, too many preoccupations, too many Notables than I am permitted to write about immediately. This could explain why I happen to post almost incessantly at times such as summer or Christmas holidays. I have already taken up the practice of making note of everything that comes across my mind that might be of written interest.
I save these ideas up all over the place (mostly in a large, ugly aqua green spiral notebook and on scrap pieces of litter in my pockets) and revisit them when I get a chance. Often, my scribblings make absolutely no sense upon first revision, but I end up making out what I meant to make out (ha!) after a few moments of frantic fumbling around in my mind for the words I put there short days ago.
I also find myself more and more at a loss for words to describe to important people what it is exactly I am thinking, considering, hoping, or feeling. Some people think words fall short of doing justice to the complexity of humanity. I think, if anything, it is my faculties that fall short of the task rather than the tools available. Then again, some things are better understood than understated, and I think I like it better this way.