He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet. ~ Lord of the Flies, William Golding

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library card art pack no. 16 / three original ink drawings on vintage library cards


Yesterday was one of those longest days; my perspective collapsed over lunch and continued to go into freefall until I simply capitulated at bedtime. I didn’t so much go to sleep as try to consign the day to unconscious blackness.


Even so, I’m not one of those people who wish away the bad times. Certain internal disintegrations are all but inevitable – the only sure way to avoid them is to either be constantly high or two years old – and you might as well step into it and get some housecleaning done.


And perhaps tomorrow will be better. Regardless, no one is keeping score, and we’re all just dragging around our own corpses anyway. Have a good week, everyone!

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