moirae

"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am
And sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And pretty girls make graves
Oh ...

Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
In this suburban hell
And in the distance a police car
To break the suburban spell
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia

Where to start?

Couch Surfing:

Yesterday was the first real day where the misery of my current living situation has set in. I have no place to call home, and now feel restless and unsettled even in the presence of my friends and family. I cant find anything, and all my favorite things I find comfort in have been wrapped up and packaged away till who knows when. Ive been living on my own for so long, that my new dependence on others is really unsettling.

Emptying my apartment was a ridiculous task. Between the shite weather, and my neurotic tendencies, the one day move took four very long days. My best friend told me this is the artists plight, and that its part of my creative development. I think its just poor decisions on my part, and a good dose of karma biting me in the ass.

New Year Resolutions:

I never really thought about this until yesterday. I spent the minutes after midnight blissfully caught up in the moment and forgetting everything else thats been going on in my life Its been true from before the day I had it scarred into my flesh, but I need to work on it silentium meum captivitas mea erit.

Hmmmm?:

I cant think of much to write about since everything has been so hectic. So heres a picture from Berlin thats about as skewed as I am feeling right now.