Inspiration

I'm finding it really hard to know why I'm doing something right now. I feel like there's no reason, the walls of my uterus are caving in and I feel like the only way out is in. UGH. I am driving my sister up to Phoenix for her to fly to New York tonight, and I feel like there are things I'm not doing and things I can't begin to imagine that I'm saying no to. I want to break everything around me and begin again. New slate. New things to say. New colors, new palate, new words. Now I know how God felt, when He ripped apart the earth. Now I know what Noah saw, when he rose in his big boat. Something beautifully destructive, a gift of sorts. I want this body to break down and for nothing to be seen anymore. I want for the world to remember what it's like to not have technology. How simple. How beautiful. How wonderful.

I'm going to check out where Joel Grimes' studio is I think, this afternoon. As well as Ford Robert Black agency. Just to see. There's no point in not. While I'm up there.