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the end is nigh

Mood : It’s becoming physically literally simply completely impossible to actually do anything that feels worth anything…

2 years of self directed study are coming to an end.. and I feel like I have very little to show for it.  Others may disagree with me of course, in fact, a lot of people have.  It has been worth it, hasn’t it?  I know for sure the last 2 years have changed my life – that has to count for something, right?

And.. well.. I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to sum up my work – what is the conclusion to all of this?

I guess – the only thing I can say for sure is that… I’m alive.

And if life = art then that is probably a good thing.

Ok. Hmm.

Change.

Mood : Survival is enough

(Wish I had evolved enough by now to not question every thing and be able to get over self loathing/hatred/uncertainty.  But if I was in that place then this journey would be over.  And even though the end is nigh, it’s not finished yet.  It probably never will be.  Time is relative.)

 

WASTE OF GOOD TIME

This was just a crappy little idea – wanted to make some cards and dot them around town.

But it’s pointless at the moment…

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I think I might change them a bit and get a real life 0800 number and have a recorded message or something when / if people called it… like… Is this how you could call ALAN ? Yeh, might do this. Hmm.

Nothing

Wrote a little something. but it’s nothing. I can’t play guitar, can ALAN?

I can’t even begin to tell you how freaking difficult it is to post something so raw online.  It actually physically hurts my heart to know it’s out there, out into the wild.  I hate everything about myself.  ALAN made me do it though.