work...

cold and cold and cold,
i went on a cleaning spree.
there is carrot cake and secrecy tonight.
there is clean and cleaned and cleansed.

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about a year ago i started writing a memoir-ish thing and have picked it back up this week. it's much easier now than it was when i started it but still quite hard. it's strange going back in time like this and some things are still too early to try to write down. but it's a good project- one without the limits of time or due date or genre. it's a mish-mash of things but i don't think i'll add any pictures. it is a text, solely. i want no other art-form clouding it. it is its own painting... or will be, i hope. i want it to stand on its own. one day. but for the time being, it keeps its own schedule. i make no demands of it. i wait for it to spring up and shout for attention. i bend to its will, not the other way around. for all i know, it'll never be finished. all i can do is work on it as i'm able. this week has been good in that respect but next week could be an entirely different prospect. memoir-ish things are tricky that way, i suppose. and it's best not to rush such a thing anyhow.