absence, or, "reasons i have been avoiding livejournal"
i'm going through another one of those "holy shit im not doing anything with my life" things. the familiar feels too big/small, the future is too far/looming, & my brain & body cant agree on ANYTHING.
i spend all day looking and collecting other peoples photographs, reading other people's words, and trying to muster up the energy to make something. in short, i'm hiding from my camera and eating too much & dwelling, which is precisely the opposite of what im dying to do.
(for no reason, might i add.)
raaghghghhghghhgaaaaghhhhhhhh.