No one reads this anymore.
A life filled with waiting.
Those little grey periods of space covered by silence.
Boredom and silence.
I feel like I am sitting at a console keeping watch.
When I look down the only options I see are eject,
eject, and eject.
A life of grand plans, abandoned five minutes later.
Sometimes the sacrifices we make, make us.
Getting my hands dirty.
Mud, clay, shit, hope.
I’m excited to see the sculpture these fingers mold.Ā