The blog I kept back in 2009 on my blogspot is a way more interesting read than this one. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that I had a more time alone back then and less things to do, but I considered things more and I think I was having more fun.

Despite maintaining the same level or practicality, something about this wordpress has got me treating this thing impersonally. I have the same amount of things to say but they just don’t make themselves onto here, they just circle around in my thoughts driving me nuts.

Does practicality change anything? I used to catch the train to work at my old job, an hour each way, now I don’t have a day job and it takes me seven minutes to walk to my studio. I hated trains but I was forced to sit still for at least two hours a day without a computer in front of me to distract me. In moving forward, have things actually gotten worse? Worse by what definition?

I’m in a bit of a limbo state right now. I’ve taken three months off to work on a solo show at Boutwell Draper Gallery at the end of September. I can’t really tell you what my days are like now, but a lot less happens, and that horrible metallic anxious sensation is ceaseless.

I was thinking the other day about how vampires are immortal, and how bored they must get