You can't take a photo to replicate my state of mind tonight. I've become more manic-depressive lately. Listening to Imogen Heap tonight has helped. Egad, what an artist.
This will not make any sense. I am lost. I am found, and lost again. It is elusive. Shit. I have to go to bed soon - to waste 6 hours in a process of dying yet regenerating for another day. How perverse it is. And, my God, the waste of 6 hours saddens me so.
I have not been drawing. I so need to. I've mostly just sat in a stupor, joining my fellow americans who do the same each and every night. Watching their hate-of-choice. Watching their heroes of caustic retoric. the politics. the waste. The venom filled place this country has become....the enormous hypocracy and despair.
fuck it. good night.
Of Fires and Feelings
10 months ago
