This has been another life-change-through-inaction week. I got nice film for my birthday (thanks Taka and Erik!) but I'm not inspired by anything in the house and I can't bring myself to go anywhere to look at other things. I've looked at photographs for hours each day and watched altogether too much tv, more in its mind-numbing capacity than for amusement.
In all clarity, I don't want to take photos right now. I want to draw a literal picture, write a poem. Better, a story. The ambiguity of non-words is getting to me, even as I comprehend ever more seriously their own ambiguity. I'm worried about going back to school next semester. Everything is falling apart.