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I am scaling over. Like a lizard crawling slowly across the floorboards. Waking up at 4AM with sweaty legs and a working man’s cough. Wanting to crawl back into bed but can’t, brain more open then my eyes. Tomorrow I’m yearning to work again. To actually bunker down and call myself an artist. To work on my cyanotypes for book arts and commit myself to doing something tangible before heading back into the bed sheets again. Before doing more laundry. Before attempting to clean the bathroom. Before admitting defeat. Although I am longing for some darkroom exploration this weekend. Before school closes up for spring break. I have a lot of shots I’ve been wanting to print, for myself, and no time in which to do it. And now, sick and battered, I feel like a woman on her last wooden leg - crippling along. Just want to administer myself sleep through a silver feeding tube and fall into the deep. Assignment missed for still life ; tools. Shoot at home in Antioch?