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I'm in this amazing phase of rebellion. I refuse to do -anything- I don't want to do. It's semi-destructive and out of balance, but ironically I am producing more than I have in a long while. I tell you this because right now I am refusing to write a paper on Richard Avedon that was due two weeks ago. Instead I am shopping for picture frames and sharing my bed with piles of books and a plate of eaten cake.
Money has somehow become "no-object" even as I haven't worked for months and was never that careful with it to begin with. I have been buying things to prepare myself for a life I probably can't live. I buy books and wood, and build furniture in basements, and fill notebooks with ideas, but I'm not sure if it's all an elaborate set for someone else.
I crave stimulation: flowers, remind me why I breathe.
Money has somehow become "no-object" even as I haven't worked for months and was never that careful with it to begin with. I have been buying things to prepare myself for a life I probably can't live. I buy books and wood, and build furniture in basements, and fill notebooks with ideas, but I'm not sure if it's all an elaborate set for someone else.
I crave stimulation: flowers, remind me why I breathe.