laramie

Oy, my head; my eyes. (Doctor, my eyes!)

I’ve undoubtedly been spending too much time peering at computer screens. I’ve been distracting myself with games, avoiding dealing with the confusing clash of imperatives that is my mental to-do list. (Dozens of things I should or could do to deal with my present lack of income, ambitions for artistic achievement, save the world, etc.) Some items of which are not even in my power to fulfill.)

Last night I dreamt of dealing with some god of chaos – designing cards and robes that would be classier than a totally random spattering of marks, and incidentally turn the forces of chaos to creative ends. This morning I lay for a long time, keeping my eyes closed against the lights I’d turned on.
( Inner turmoil, the nature of prayer and song )