I feel like my job has killed off all of my creative drive. Not sure if it’s the job, or if it’s just middle-aged doldrums, or if it’s just physical, mental, and emotional fatigue. Haven’t made music in 3 years, maybe 4. Don’t write anymore. Don’t draw. Don’t even carry my paper journal, and that’s …
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Kaeli
Eventually, I found myself in a land of pastel, of clean squares and ornate architecture. A long plane of gardens and villas, perfect trees, grid lines and curved surfaces broken up in pleasing ways to keep monotony away. Spiral columns holding up veils and sheets, wide beds for reclining and sleep. It was a place …
9-19-91 First Journal
(transcript of the first page of my first written journal, in my 2nd year of college at OBU) 9-19-91 4:05PM: This is my personal journal. It’s my goal to write down my thoughts, feelings, etc., when I feel like I need to. Perhaps it could be a key to find out who or what I …
Uphill
My life has always been a constant struggle to reconcile that I want desperately to communicate through high art and find my own space on this earth with the finest people on it, versus the mandate that I must wake up at 6:30am and perform the artless needful in order to sponsor my dreams. I …
Journal before GSO move (8/1996 Sun 2:50am)
Journal before Greensboro move 8/1996 Sun 2:50am, Texarkana So I’m here at Denny’s, again. I guess this is where the nightlife is. I guess. There’s some goofy drunk motherfucker to my left; fucking with everybody. My move is coming from over the horizon. Greensboro and/or bust, I guess. I think it’s overdue, but I’m not …
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