a week of not posting have led to this, and a rather futile attempt at college work. I have been making art every chance I can get, due to this constant itch to create that has come from a period of stagnation. I like to think of it as a time to collect thoughts and ideas until it just bursts.orgasms, whatever. I've gotten to the point where I can't throw anything out; a cardboard toilet roll that instead of putting in the bin would make a much more obvious angel. Jars just to put beads, or strange finds in and placing next to my bed just for something to stare at in those first moments of waking. This morning I stared in a daze at a painted paper moon hanging from my ceiling for a good ten minutes before snapping out of it and getting up to get my toast. When your quiet you can hear all sorts of things.