Saturday, February 11, 2012

waiting for the perfect

what's pragmatism and what's "settling?"
this has been on my mind, as I look around at the people I know best and who are knowing me best.
it's been a tempestuous week, again.
I'd call it a fucktard-of-a-week if I wasn't afraid of offending someone.
oh well.
nearly every artist I know is struggling, not futile-ly, but working, pushing against the suffocation of civilization, the urge to not-work, to not-be-alone.
but, what's a good play/work ratio? what's success?
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ctfo, a pal tells me. chill the fuk out.
I snapped this foto sometime this week, somewhere in seattle: no big deal!

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