and I wonder why I have no one I could look to for help. I feel sorry for myself I guess, but sadder yet, I feel sorry for everyone.
I can’t do everything. Why do I forget that so easily?
I want things to be better. I really really do.
I need to post a picture even if I don’t have one relevant to the subject under consideration.
Have I forgotten something?
Mr Karl Longstreth with one of his favorite musical recordings
my mother walking in Ann Arbor
Spain Rodriguez, me, und Angel de la Calle
Joanne Leonard's glass earring
I don’t want to conceal in my daylight hours the emotions that keep me alive
But I do, performing my duties in a resigned way, I think, but always hoping to find some unexpected return that will repay me for my goddamned goodness with some reward
This is some of what was served at the opening of the show COMIX at Kunsthallen Brandst in Odense; cheese on little sticks, Bugles, and lakridskonfekt. What a coincidence. This is the very confection I was telling you about.
My body sits in Denmark. I’ve decided to use it to go buy some candy at the Danish 7-11 before I walk to the opening at a place called the Kunsthallen Brandts. I’m thinking of the kind of licorice that comes in different shapes and has pink or yellow stuff in it, and sometimes coconut. I’m guessing it’s a Danish sort of candy because I’ve seen it everywhere. How fortunate I am, since today it is my favorite sort.
So I guess I’ll leave then, now. OK?
Pip