pain, thy name is photography
after roughly ten hours in the darkroom with only dinner for a break, I can cite as progress a measly four rolls of developed film, four contact sheets, and one - count it: one - print.
I'll pray for death before the end.
I do, however, find myself wholly amused at the brain-type degeneration that occurs with every added hour. I attempted to hand-sign an avalanche into the fetal position and fell over instead, bit melissa's shin, crawled in circles on the floor, attempted to fit myself into a bookshelf, and cracked my head on a hinge. melissa, skippy and I danced. it's been a nutty day.
oh yes, and I'm possessed by a spirit, and it's making me sick. you think I'm joking, but you weren't there when the ghost of otto kraushaar told us.
I'll pray for death before the end.
I do, however, find myself wholly amused at the brain-type degeneration that occurs with every added hour. I attempted to hand-sign an avalanche into the fetal position and fell over instead, bit melissa's shin, crawled in circles on the floor, attempted to fit myself into a bookshelf, and cracked my head on a hinge. melissa, skippy and I danced. it's been a nutty day.
oh yes, and I'm possessed by a spirit, and it's making me sick. you think I'm joking, but you weren't there when the ghost of otto kraushaar told us.