I’ve been writing and writing and nothing is working. I can’t write. I can’t sleep. I have a list of ‘can’t be done’ and its getting longer and longer the later it grows.
I have to get up early to catch the ferry to University of Washington. I need to do something to shake this off. Okay…
I’m making a list. Of all the best art. What would I hang on my walls…could a Goya
Go next to Constable’s Cloud studies?
Could Jackson Pollack….
Look as beautiful if it were hanging next to Vermeer?
Or would it be jarring?
I think it would be. It’s how I feel right now. With my bald head…my self images are clashing right now…
I wish I were asleep.