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Oct 25, 2008 23:53

i need to reach a critical mass of panic in order to do things.  i'm hopeless until my head hits that rock-bottom pavement.  i will regret today tomorrow...

so i submitted a grant application.
i have to do a lot more very quickly. 
the problem being... i don't know what i want.  to float belly-up in a light blue ambition-less kiddie pool?

it comes back to the same ideas: i'm not the life but living it.  i'm not the observations but someone watching what surfaces on a screen.
if i can stop thinking that i have a set of tools: a watch to count the time, a lens to bend light, then i can stop being the disembodied detective who wants to stop collecting clues.
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