I used to carry a camera with me. All of the time. In my bag, just waiting to take a photo. I used to take so many photos…of everything and nothing in particular. I should go places again with my little camera.
Depression is fucking liar.
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Blackboard
I carry a little notebook with me wherever I go to jot…
No, that’s not right.
I carry a little notebook with me wherever I go, but I don’t jot. It’s mostly for shopping lists. The same one on every (other) page, depending on the store.
I used to carry a little notebook with me wherever I went to jot. Jot thoughts, jot poems, jot things I saw & didn’t want to forget. Jot numbers of people I was never going to call.
I need to again. Jot. Maybe the fog will lift.
Clearly now the…never mind
I can see the blue skies through the window
and I’m stuck inside.
I can see the sun
shining on everything
and I’m stuck inside.
The rain is supposed to roll in later… and
I’ll be stuck inside.
Not the office…
2:22 PM, I’m ready to go “home”. Already here working. Violating the sanctity of my art room/”office”. 2:23 PM and still ready to go “home”. 1½ hours until the weekend. Then I can really get down to nothing.