Monday, June 3, 2019
I feel as if I'm on a yo-you string, up and down, up and down. External, not internal factors. I need to get away for a very long time.
First, I have to get a laptop. Everything is money. The a.c. in the garage apartment just went out. In case you forgot, I just put one into my house. The repairman comes tomorrow. I hold my breath to see if it is a repair or a replace.
There are positive notes, though. I did ten pushups at therapy this morning. And Saturday, I ran into the head of a not-for-profit art school, and he wants me to come and teach photography. Very excited, it seemed. It would be fun and classes only run four to six weeks, so I could still travel. Plus, I'd have access to a darkroom, and maybe I could set up a studio, too.
But I'm putting the cart before the horse.
I like the empty weirdness of today's photo, everyone staring out into the void, snapping pictures with their phones. That's the real thing.
Posted by cafe selavy at 1:59 PM