For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-153-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-speaker
Speak quickly and boldly, kind gentle young lady. Your time runs short. You have no breath.
There is a true haze beyond the haze that covers our thoughts.
I have a thought about speakers. Speaker systems are too loud. All of them... except for the tiny tinny ones that I have. These ones are too quiet. I can't hear what's happening. I work hard for no money. Why? For the promise of work to come. I am part of the problem. There's no speaker for the dead.
Boy oh boy, do I ever wish that I could just like the work without hating the artist. Hate is too strong a word. I want to refrain from supporting the artist.
I have so many thoughts. There are too many of them. There are thoughts about not really knowing what people are like. Or not having been where they were when they told the stories they did. Uh-Oh... this is becoming like vague-booking, isn't it? No one likes that. Especially not vague-Steemit-ing, when there is even less of a chance that the person about whom this is is even reading it. The point is, sometimes there are stories that you listen to, and you think to yourself, "the speaker, my friend, is on the wrong side of this story." and then you think, "but I really don't have enough information to judge... how shall I respond? mmmhmm seems like it gives too much permission, but an outright disagreement seems uncalled for because I don't have enough information, and I don't think, if I ask for more information, I'll ever have enough to understand the intricate working politics of his office..."
