i have been sleeping on my couch for the last ten weeks. the television is on twentyfour seven. it keeps me company. the news plays over and over. my dreams are laced with numbers. statistics. how many died in the war today. how many died on the highway. how many teenagers killed their families. how many children have disappeared forever. into the hole we call civilazation. the television tells me what a wonderful world this is. and i slip back to marlonland. no one is killed there. we are already dead. we have nothing more to lose. that makes all the difference in the world. it sets us free, we can fly and breath and smile. relax and unscrew. sometiimes when i wake up here and smell the blood from my wounds, just for an instant, i think its raining blood. the television says it is. i can almost hear the undead scratching at my front door. they can smell me inside. they know that i know what a wonderful world this is. once you see, you can never unsee. the vision glimmers through the tears. i sit very still and count off the years. waiting is a tiring game. a hard one to win. deal me in.
to see entire installation, move this way >>> [link]
As always. I hope art therapy comes through in the end. I just wonder if there will be a shift when you do find a job, get back on track, etc. Only time will tell now.
well...im fucking sick of writing about infection and bandages and sickness and surgery. like i told fredfree, "i cant wait till im my old depressed self again!" lol!.
its challenges and defeats. it's victories.
it's little dances on the playfield.
*(now i need an aspirin! lol!)