So, after fucking off last week, I’ve returned with not only a renewed sense of peace, and a little more creative drive than I had before, but an extra desire to fuck off a little further and a little longer.
Sitting in a creek, drawing, writing, and reading stashed copies of The Moonlight Chronicles, I was so inspired I finished filling the sketchbook I’ve been carrying with me for two years, and began to once again enjoy the process of writing about simple observations.
I guess somewhere along the way, it began to feel a bit self indulgent to write or draw random scenes for no one but myself, so maybe for that reason alone, I had stopped. Reading Dan Price’s words reminded me that not only is it not, but it feels incredibly cathartic as well.
Anyway, I sat quietly for days, ate meals consisting of potatoes, peppers, and sausage, and fruit for breakfast. I explored, I contemplated, and on my first night out, slept for eleven hours.
Otherwise, it looked like this;
Inspired by Amanda K Bryan, I bought a set of lights over two years ago, and never put them up until now;
The next addition to my little sometimes home might be a framed piece of artwork, and maybe a plant.
But like I said previously, I can do magic with potatoes, bell peppers, and sausage;
Here’s an example of the documentation of seemingly banal scenes.
Having wrapped up the trip far sooner than I would have liked, I headed back to civilization and the mural I mentioned last week, which is really beginning to take shape if I do say so myself;
I reckon I have another day or so on it, and I can move on to other projects, like for example, playing records, and trying to sell the rest of my books;
If you happen to be in this neck of the woods, swing by and slap hands.
Oh, and speaking of projects, I have four brand new stickers for your consideration;
They are all true stories.
Buy some so I can afford to continue treading water in this capitalistic hellscape.
Lastly, before I go I want to let you all know we have a brand new episode of Revolting for you to listen to now;
As always, it’s not the best thing we’ve ever done, nor is it the worst.
But one thing that’s guaranteed is it will at least not make it a bad day.