I am scrambled. my sentences come out backwards and I use the same word again and again, grammar stilted, and in speaking — it’s not just that I can’t find the words — I can’t find the idea.
it will be over soon. 4/14/17.
in the meantime, I’m taking photos to retroactively document. they are to accompany my next essay, atlas of my best-beloveds.
I keep claiming that 2016 wasn’t that bad, that it was just complicated. I said it again last night.
A lot of people died and somehow 2016 led to 2017 and our terrifying future. That is unequivocally, profoundly bad.
But, I enter 2017 transformed and vulnerable. Last year’s intention was effort & vulnerable. I do an excellent job with my intentions. And that’s what made 2016 complicated.
when I say I want to look at, think about, something new — it is me. I want to jolt me.
PC said it ….
Living without knowing that Donna is out and around is not going to be easy. She was a literal glowing light; one of those people so thoroughly unique, so thoroughly individualistically Donna Kellogg. She was wickedly curious as much as wickedly funny, always clawing away at absorbing as much art and culture as surrounded her. In corduroy, sometimes, even.
drinking from Guy Maddin’s glass leg
in her 35mm necklacce
these I just stole from the web, but they feel like her spirit.