I'm suffering from general discontent right now. My condition probably stems from something like cabin fever and from working in the service industry.
It's been a long and difficult eight months: no work to show. My brain is adapting to this artless lifestyle, slow and sad. I feel like I'm becoming desensitized to the stimulus which was gripping, alarming, inspiring. Visual images are not signifiers but are becoming more real in this flat virtual world. I feel tricked and dumb. I'm waiting for spring and hope to quit this bout of self sorrow. The Cure, I'll just listen loudly for a day.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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