louisiana

I'm on the internet much less these days.



I've been reading a lot of Faulkner. And Beckett. Bec-c-c-c-c-c-kett. And my fingers are falling off. The cover of my book is falling off, too. Also, the thing doesn't even have any arms. See?




Princess mountain. I'm heading south for a while. I'm too busy for the internet. Today, in the eyes of the people I sang to, I saw god. Real life is so much more than this. In this virtual existence nothing is as genuine. My boyfriend gets terribly angry when I think things like that because his entire social world exists on a forum. He does not see why I think the internet is inherently detrimental. And neither do I.

We are both trolls. We terrorize like it's the wild west. And it is. We know the laws, and the lack there of. At this particularly fresh point in the information age, we can exist this way. It's a social study. It's a cultural experiment. And it's fun as fuck. Religious types and politics nuts are my favorite. People who are all huggy feely about things are pretty fun too. There are a million ways to do it. It pisses people off and hurts their feelings. It's not what I do in our outside world, are real world. I am still not comfortable with the notion of this experience being the same breed of "real". I am not a person. I am just a username.

p.s. sorry to anyone who might have been hurt by my reckless tagging.

In other news, the sky is falling and we lost an hour. This bitter cold is making me bitter and cold. Singing to people with dementia is honestly the highlight of my week.

Ron Mueck
Chapman Brothers
Hawkinson
Paccini
Kiki Smith
Aba Kanowitz
David Altmejd

That's what I'm thinking about. He's going out west to find himself. I'm going down south.

Goodnight for now.