back in the shitty
This page will be random and less coherent than usual. Tangerine-orange juice with extra calcium can mess up the senses.
Not much going on. Lots of gift wrapping, a resistance towards doing anymore holiday shopping, and this deep, hollow realization of going along with the program. All of the sudden, the only things that make sense are credit card bills, debts, and career opportunities, or lack thereof. This gradual entry into the adult world of worry and struggle-- watching the people around me forget how to appreciate the simple things and seeing how this reflects upon my own life.
Lately, writer's block. Lack of energy to write. Ideas cliches as soon as they are iterated. Questions producing silences or thought fragments. Perhaps the unfinished, nonsensical sentence is the best kind-- points to the inability to cohere.
The bullshit. Sending tokens of love and thanks to those who've hurt you.
No such thing as purity. Measuring love with a gift ribbon. And home again.
Kat La Chatte, NYC
9:20PM, 12/23/00
london
Email: katlachatte25@hotmail.com