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Life’s been a slump as of late. Ths feeling of stuckness, of fighting up a hill that never ends when I can’t see the top… where to go from here? It’s unclear sometimes, even though I think I’m better than where I was a month or so ago. I have more projects, more things to do for joy than for some alterior purposeor just for money. Not that money is unimportant, or necessarily bad; it’s just that I want to do things for me, not for someone else’s dream to earn my keep, persay.
Every day for three years I have stared into a box full of possibilities, technicolor promises that make the world outside it look bleak and uninviting. Added saturation over images of the real world outside that when I turn around to peer through the window, I wonder how anything could ever have appeared bright to…
The evening sun shone on their backs as Teresè and Valencia traipsed through their fields, plucking swathes of tiny red berries from overhead as they went. The trees whispered to them, whisking them towards the ripest fruits; their fingers shone with sugary juice that they licked off as they went. Always present in the distance…
As much as I love the idea of moving, I don’t love the execution. Dozens of boxes to pack, items to sort, a life-sized game of Tetris to fit everything into the car. Getting a kitten into her carrier, convincing my parents that we need to take a break from the packing and the arguing…
Urban Habitat 