heat

Today the sun climbed high in the sky and the heat, which felt good outside, made my top-floor apartment something of a sweatbox. I had to turn on the AC. I don't like summer weather.

But what I really don't like is that I feel so down and so stressed and so when I walk outside and see people strolling, people who look carefree, people who are laughing and chatting and dialing their cell-phones and hopping into their convertible Saabs and flipping their sun-bleached hair, I feel even worse. And so I go back in and ride up to the top floor and go back into my air-conditioned apartment and work on my painting. This is a dark painting: greys and black and dark blue-black. Almost a void.