Well. I feel a little abstract.
I have also been spending too much time with a typewriter.
I'm sure my room hates me. It, and the rest of the house; can't say I do much for either.
One of these days, I am sure I will clean it.
Happy belated Canada Day. I went to a festival... it was... cultural. Infact, it was MULTI-cultural. wow.
This Indian woman gave me a henna tattoo, and frankly, I think she should get a prize for the amazing spatial skills she exhibited. When she was placing the green goo on my hands, my internal monologue said "she's gonna mess up. there's not enough space. not enough space. not enough space."
Well... I tell you: THERE WAS. she did a spendid job. I took her card, so I may just call her up to put henna all over me next time.
I could write what has gone on and why I have been neglected this glorious website, but it all just really does not matter, and I have chose to deal with things in such a way that it can preserve the small bits of sanity I have left.
I lost my sketchbook. Whatever poor child looks through it, i apologise for all the nudity.
Maybe. I don't know. All I can create... for this entire year it seems... are skeletons, fingerpaintings and really distorted pictures that are not that good; but, it's not about being "good," it's about releasing everything constructively even if to others it doesn't seem that constructive. After the shitstorm, it seems that my creativity is a little dormant... and it thaws... slowly.
Very slowly.
I am so angry, yet so at ease. This composure is unreal and hardly expressable.
We'll see how things go.