zef

Another night of clay with my niece. She was so into it. She looked so relaxed as she craffed tiny pieces of clay to make a considerably detailed flower pot with twisting vines and leafy plants and petals. It's amazing that with her here as a mirror to my existence, that I am beginning to see myself not as a loose construct in my head, but as a concrete human being who would like to have his niece seem as incredibly creative, wildly prolifict, and endlessly loving.

So far, I am a comedic grouch. As in, I only pretend to yell and complain, she knows I am kidding because we laugh about it and then I tell her that I am actually pleased with her for something she did or just because (though not enough). I can't say that I know her at all, but I am doing everything I can without being a forceful pest. Maybe she needs more prodding. Well, actually I am the one that needs the prodding. if I got my shit more together, I would be more on top of things in both of our lives.

I am the best I can today. perfection is a craft of persistence execution, without limit, always in the works.

I create some things, as well.

Lost in the milkway.
xxoox zef