In this photograph my sweet cat Tuna looks like some sort of monster. He is anything but, though. He is the most gentle animal, and I love him so much.
Today my fog has lifted and my brain feels clear. I hope it lasts. I have these spells. Yesterday I was on the verge of tears all day, after my meltdown in the shower. Going into the city in the evening for a doctor's appointment, listening to my iPod (Beth Gibbons, Susanna McCorkle singing "I Can Dream") I was sunk into a deep despair. I used to think, when I was much younger, that this kind of blackness was romantic, that it would make me a more profound thinker and a better artist. That may very well be. But I prefer these times, when the fog lifts and the sun comes up and I feel ok.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
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