Monday: I am losing my edge. I used to sleep even less and keep going for even longer on an emptier stomach than this. I put my body through so much and now I stay less focused and less interested and more ready to be in bed by 9.
Tuesday: There is a bruise on my ring finger from where I have held a pencil for 17 years and another on the outside of my pinky from where my hand drags against the page. There are now bruises on both pinkies from where I hold my phone. I think I could find something in here about the way a body holds memory and marks time and gets beat up in the process. I don’t much care to today, though.
Wednesday: So sleepy, so tired, so in love with art. Being in art spaces will always turn my day around. I am so grateful to have grown up in a family (both born and chosen) that loves art and lives in art.
Thursday: My cell phone is my biggest opp. It has kept me in phantom Zoom calls for hours. It has attached itself to my hand and made itself invaluable to me. Which it is NOT. I kind of hate the internet. It has given me so much. Introduced me to all kinds of things and concepts and images that I might not have seen before. It has taken days from me. I have wrapped myself up in the lights and sounds and colors and lost time in terrifying quantities. It has sincerely lowered my quality of life.
Friday: I keep losing time. There is so much to do and see and feel and it’s all happening at the same time.
This Weeks…
book: technically I am reading Go Tell It on the Mountain- James Baldwin (“technically” because I haven’t actually read any yet; I’m just carrying it in my bag)
tv: Shrinking season 2!! , the Clone High reboot (my brother and I watched the original on YouTube when we were way too young)
attempt at aliveness: going out alone and without headphones.
refrain: “Let go, fall from/ everything I thought I was/ Crash and blow up/ It don’t gotta mean so much”- Pilot- Ravyn Lenae
**the photo I’m using for this post was taken by a friend of mine. Thanks, S <3