I think I should get back on my medications and quit people for a while.
I am in no state to exist at the moment.
There is a swell within me. 2013 and the last cough of 2012 has been a rush of stirring waves within me- and now I have piles of illustrations, photographs, embroidery works, writings, poetry, articles, videos, critical essays that I’ve given birth to so recently. Yet, already, they are gathering dust and spinal fluid as it rests on my back. I am really itching to upload them so I can have content that’s not prehistoric but I am just not comfortable with the idea of the cyberworld as a notepad or an art folder any longer. I am feeling quite conflicted. Maybe I’ll just hang everything on the walls of my cocoon so the inks, watercolours and biro can become a sort of silk wrap around me. Yes, I think that might be the appropriate solution.
