July 2009
9 posts
notes on insanity
I’ve finally been taking pictures lately. I think I’m going to start writing again. I seriously felt like I was going insane. No lie, this happened last week.
At work I went to the bathroom. I said to the toilet, “Amd there’s more where that came from!” And then I stood there for about a minute dumbfounded that I has just talked to a toilet. And I threatened it....
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Everything is so loud. I wish I could have appreciated quietness when I was younger. I would tromp around the forest and old ruins of original american foundations and gawk at the foliage and runes. I would sing and dance and play in the creek. The smell of water and iron ore wafed through my clothes and prickled my awkward sandal-tan lined feet. We would sing Joni Mitchell and talk about video...
Sometimes I’m really comforted by my lack of sleep. It used to be the time when I would write the most and make the most art (specifically stencils and pastel pieces). Now, however, I’ve become too responsible. I have all these numbers and count downs in my head (5 hrs until yoga class, 3 days until I host a few college friends at my house, $60 on a refund, 1.7% interest, 47 more tips...
