Searching

for a topic

to write about.

What is that thing called?

When you have too many choices?

So you don’t make any?

You stare at the rows and rows

of cereal

forever.

Decision paralysis

I think

or something like that.

It isn’t that I can’t think of a topic to write about,

but that there are just too many

to choose from.

I wonder if that’s why so many writers

talk about writing,

“I’ll just write about what I am doing: writing.”

A meta-choice

instead of a real one.

I’d love to write:

A Treatise on Stoicism – A Nobody’s Thoughts on Eudaimonia

Chapter 1:

Nihilism is freedom.

I’d love to write:

Fuck Coal: An environmental engineer’s tale

Chapter 1:

I fucking hate coal, and why you should too.

I’d love to write:

Hate Mail to a Capitalist

Chapter 1:

You’re a bad person, Mr. Capitalist.

I’d love to write stream of consciousness verbal spew that flows from electric hiccups through fingers to page to universe

with semblance of form

yet none.

And so on.

Decision paralysis.

Love,

Nick