More Emo.
Feldon's Writers Block: I had planned a dark little comic strip that I was going to work on at the coffee meets but have decided against it. The synopsis was this: A fox (Puce) struggling with emotional problems and loneliness. Using magic he creates a glamor for himself, becoming everything he wished he could be. However a darker force (Shabbatai)keeps telling him that he's on the wrong path, Venus does not want him. Despite the warning Puce goes through with the spell and subsequently gets raped, thrown in jail for lewd conduct and later inciting a knife fight. Puce is then introduced to a rabbit by Shabbatai (who refers to the rabbit as little spirit) and gives Puce the choice: Continue on the path of destruction or return to him and have the rabbit. Puce then hands the knife to his glamor self and has himself stabbed. He and the rabbit then dance.
The closing scene shows Puce, catatonic in a mental ward.
The idea is too dark for me to work on at the moment, if ever, and has elements of biography in it that might be a little unsettling.
Still depressed, if you haven't caught on. A sense of failure looms over me: I got the transfer form today to get out of letter carrying and go back to clerk. I will lose the home advantage and all because I just can't deal with the shit anymore.
I had a bad vision of my sister as well and I vision of myself leaving everything behind (or burning it) and living off the streets for a while. I even thought about drinking myself to death or causing troubles at a bar and meeting a violent end.
Perhaps I should triple the St. John's Wort dosage and surround myself with happy things. Or better still find something to occupy my mind so that I don't dwell on these darker things. I am so tired of everything--why won't it get better?
The closing scene shows Puce, catatonic in a mental ward.
The idea is too dark for me to work on at the moment, if ever, and has elements of biography in it that might be a little unsettling.
Still depressed, if you haven't caught on. A sense of failure looms over me: I got the transfer form today to get out of letter carrying and go back to clerk. I will lose the home advantage and all because I just can't deal with the shit anymore.
I had a bad vision of my sister as well and I vision of myself leaving everything behind (or burning it) and living off the streets for a while. I even thought about drinking myself to death or causing troubles at a bar and meeting a violent end.
Perhaps I should triple the St. John's Wort dosage and surround myself with happy things. Or better still find something to occupy my mind so that I don't dwell on these darker things. I am so tired of everything--why won't it get better?