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Diary snippets from September 2018 to April 2019. Printed and bound at home. 62 pages. A few pages have some watercolour. Every copy is different. Signed and numbered. Edition of 50. 2019
“All in all very good! Kudos!”
According to my toughest critic and dad.
Diary snippets from September 2018 to April 2019. Printed and bound at home. 62 pages. A few pages have some watercolour. Every copy is different. Signed and numbered. Edition of 50. 2019
“All in all very good! Kudos!”
According to my toughest critic and dad.
In my next life I'll pulsate
Ocean side
I'll grasp
With my fingers
The sea's soul
My thirst
For the scorched
Will be sweetened
I'll learn to do nothing
I'll listen to all that spitting
Sound of waves
It's fun.
2018‑09‑24
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Je fume mon cœur à chaque matin.
This Flare
I want out
2018-12-31
Monday, December 10, 2018
I’m in a bar now. I left the two cats alone and that’s kind of scary. I don’t write no more, I don’t make art much no more. I don’t think I’m enjoying life as I should be. I want to babble on paper. Sometimes it’s difficult to babble on paper. Is it weird to be alone in a bar and to write? It’s fun though, writing in the company of strangers. I’m scared for my cat. I’ll finish this beer and leave.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
It’s early Sunday morning. Fire is a tough thing to create, even with the right tools. Things will warm up. I sleep well in Frelighsburg. Only, on some occasions, I look at the sky and I’m scared. It’s like I see an imminently doomed future in the sky. Our south bedroom wall is only that, windows with a view on the forest and sky. I lay on my left side and stare.
