snooze

I slept the sleep of the guilty yesterday. solid and peaceful.

I am guilty of worry.

It is what carries me through the assignments I give myself.
Art is a horrible thing and they shouldn't teach it in schools. It only leads to self-doubt and humiliation at ones own hand.

Being a truck driver or a secretary or a bartender even, does not do these things to ones soul. they are tasks which let the mind skim the surface of things like a water lily.