Quasi-Conformal Surgery
'Tis a shame that I've spent so much time miscommunicating via silence. But the bigger shame is that all I've got to show for it is an unquenchable appetite for what I'll never have, accompanied by a more vigorous tremor, decreased tolerances for caffeine and liquor, and some anxious spatterings of tar.
I've kissed the pavement, I've sweltered in fluorescent ovens breathing in pounds of chalk dust and sweating out pounds of water, and I've stumbled to the harbor at my cousin's wedding to make amends. I snapped a few shots to try and remember the panorama that I'd surely forget. It's simply too bad I wasn't all there.
The prospect of my own prosperity nauseates me.
I'm not even sure if I have myself under control this summer.
I'm starting to become too ambitious, and I'm starting to forget why.
And after the mistakes that I'd promised to make, it's evident that my motives were irrelevant. Once again, I'd passed the event horizon long before I had any chance to course correct.
I should never drink coffee again. Which is precisely enough to motivate me to pour another cup. I always wake up with a house to myself; I can no longer motivate myself to get up or be productive within these parameters.
I've kissed the pavement, I've sweltered in fluorescent ovens breathing in pounds of chalk dust and sweating out pounds of water, and I've stumbled to the harbor at my cousin's wedding to make amends. I snapped a few shots to try and remember the panorama that I'd surely forget. It's simply too bad I wasn't all there.
The prospect of my own prosperity nauseates me.
I'm not even sure if I have myself under control this summer.
I'm starting to become too ambitious, and I'm starting to forget why.
And after the mistakes that I'd promised to make, it's evident that my motives were irrelevant. Once again, I'd passed the event horizon long before I had any chance to course correct.
I should never drink coffee again. Which is precisely enough to motivate me to pour another cup. I always wake up with a house to myself; I can no longer motivate myself to get up or be productive within these parameters.