Lord lord lord I'm coming home.
It's a good thing I never really unpacked after moving back here. I'm sure circumstances will keep me here a year (grand sneer//thin veneer). I barely have to pack to get out there again. I'm so excited my guts snake and writhe in anticipation, treacherous bastards. I can be patient.
I know what I have to do and it frightens to think of a hard reboot after coming this far. My "muse" sounds a call and I cannot obey. I have no space to work the art and this house is barren of spirits. Every space I find reeks of stasis and it chokes me. That place in Calistoga looked amazing, but I won't go without an invitation. I hope someday to build my own aquarium of lucid directionlessness in exploring identity and personality ascribed to shapes and colors. I hope to build that altar to the Uncaring. I hope to dance on the nose of the Behemoth. I hope to revel with Snokk.
Regardless. One painting this weekend. It will feel amazing to create and sell it. A layered method. Bright colors. Neon oblivion.
I know what I have to do and it frightens to think of a hard reboot after coming this far. My "muse" sounds a call and I cannot obey. I have no space to work the art and this house is barren of spirits. Every space I find reeks of stasis and it chokes me. That place in Calistoga looked amazing, but I won't go without an invitation. I hope someday to build my own aquarium of lucid directionlessness in exploring identity and personality ascribed to shapes and colors. I hope to build that altar to the Uncaring. I hope to dance on the nose of the Behemoth. I hope to revel with Snokk.
Regardless. One painting this weekend. It will feel amazing to create and sell it. A layered method. Bright colors. Neon oblivion.