Today’s Fire Report

“I’m done” is the creative person’s “just one more episode” — a phrase you say with total conviction while already knowing you’ll be back in the shit by Thursday. It’s not a decision, it’s a genre of sentence. smiles

The climate tally, since I’m naval gazing a ranking of civilizational collapse:

• Political climate: on fire

• Environmental climate: also on fire, and it’s the fire’s fault the other fire started (that can be political as well.)

• Personal circle climate: standing in the middle of both fires holding a clipboard, unbothered. Can’t give a f**k.

All three tanking at once isn’t bad luck, it’s just Tuesday having last sputtering’s of fuck you energy. And is indeed a positive. On live television today, and focus being “art” for October’s exhibit. And somehow the only three things left upright are my life (and the two in it) school, and solitude — the three least dramatic nouns in this life, quietly holding the roof up while everything else becomes a coordinated collapse.

Out of hand.

Ps. Sorry I don’t post pictures of Vegas, but it’s hotter than Death Valley out here, and I’m not seeking to become a crispy critter. I stay indoors. (Typical cliche dark artist b.s., or some such nonsense.)

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