blargh
im having writers block. i have a bunch of stuff i want to say about apocalyptic landscapes and the theme of the "last man" in 19th century english painting. and grrr argh I can't think of a bloody thing to say. i have maybe a page down which isn't bad. it doesn't have to be formal or anything. its a response paper. and my brain is made of soup. not campbells chunk, but fucking consomme. goddamnit.