June 03, 2008 - 10:55
I obsess the painting with too many signs and try to decipher something. "Grocery". "Grow Celery". Maybe I should garden.
"Delicatessan". "Delicate Session". Lessons in delicacy. My clumsiness weighs on me.
To fall asleep in SLO I imagined a miniature scale me working on my body. Knead temples. Tickle sides of limp tongue. Stroke forehead down to crest of nose. Yet right now I feel more aligned with others than I do with myself.
Something will happen, and it will hurt me.