6 September 2021

There used to be two bean bags in this room. One day Yosef (the cat) shit on it, since we left him locked all day in here and he had to go. Suddenly one bean bag lesser and I began to use the one left. I never did. Reading has a spot at home, reading too has a spot at the studio.

There is also a second table filled with books, outside this room, its pile very much taller and mad. That pile, not shown here obviously, include books we have amassed or read, not to be read in the near. 

We have one book shelf with no books in it, nothing on the shelves, because I am in the middle of deciding what to do with all my books. Since there is never the time or the determination, books are sitting everywhere but the shelves.

This is my human condition, I am quite in disbelief I share this particular condition like so many. Like shopping. If I do not shop, I must be dying.

Middleland, mentalhealth, HY says she has never seen an artist who is tidy. I am not sure what to think, but it can’t be that simple.

 

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